I’m watching the Netflix special, Andy Warhol Diaries. They’re going through his massive archives of Polaroids, and it occurs to me that I must be somewhere in there. I had three … more

Ah, June is now merely a day away. When I think of June, I think of my childhood neighbor about whom I wrote the following lyric: I watch her from across the way, wondrin’ what makes her … more

My grandmother’s diary of 1913 spanned one full year. The longest entry was entitled My Only Secret. It begins with, “when I went to school…” a reference to her being … more

My grandmother, Lina Dreher, was sixteen when she kept this diary. Her father, my great grandfather, was a talented German baker who rescued bakeries in NYC and NJ, and then sold them for a profit. … more

My grandmother, Lina Dreher, was sixteen when she kept this diary. Her father (my great grandfather, an immigrant to this country) was a talented German baker who rescued bakeries in NYC and NJ, and … more

“I’ve already told your sister,” begins my 88 year-old mother, Nancy, who’s not laughing, “My wedding dress is in the attic in a trunk. The only one it will fit is your … more