(I just wrote essentially the same things and then the wireless connection shut down--I hope this isn't essentially a duplicate of my previous attempt ( Read more... )

The last two postings include a number of things I wrote about my memories- written mostly during the past two years. I hope to add some more in the near future and hope that some of you will comment on them-- the feedback means a lot to me ( Read more... )

George and I set off on our honeymoon into a hurricane, although at the time we thought of it only as a heavy wind. Perhaps it was an omen portending things to come ( Read more... )

There are so many memories of Schooner Head--- first sight of the cove from the property- Brian up in trees tying white socks to mark where the corners of the house should be-Brian working on plans and trying to come up with the perfect house for me-Fred White’s enthusiasm about building it and the day he argued with me about what color the ( Read more... )

During the winter of 1981 I received several calls about the search for a director of the Jackson Laboratory in Bar Harbor, Maine. I was director of research at the Dana Farber Cancer Center and although I was not actively seeking another job I had been considering leaving because I did not like working for the newly appointed president of the ( Read more... )

Children always want pets, and they always firmly believe that they will take care of them- although in real life this is not something you would want to depend on ( Read more... )

My amazement in the delivery room when I realized that I had a real baby (Arthur ( Read more... )

GRACE ( Read more... )

I dreamed when I was young of being a writer but was firmly admonished both at home and at school that this was definitely not a reasonable choice as an occupation, especially since my favorite vehicle was poetry ( Read more... )

When Ed and I first met in St. Thomas in the summer of 1971, little did we know that we’d be together celebrating his 80th birthday in the next century ( Read more... )