Friday, March 2, 2018

Jerome Coopersmith

Edgar and I watched the old original Hawaii Five-0 TV shows with regularity.  And we had our favorites, particularly the one with Helen Hayes.  And as we watched them in reruns, we realized that the ones we enjoyed the most were written by Jerome Coopersmith.  That got Edgar to musing and he thought that he had a class or two with Coopersmith at Penn.  As we paid more attention to the writer credits, we saw that Edgar's memory must have been correct.  On at least two occasions, a character in the story was named Edgar.  One of them was Edgar P.   

Monday, September 4, 2017


I have no formal training in diplomacy but as a mother and grandmother I have learned a few things.
My views on what to do with N Korea may be simple and pollyannish but - here they are.
I would congratulate their leader on the successful test of their nuclear underground test.  I would say, "congratulations on becoming a new member of the nuclear fraternity.  We all have an obligation to control our emotions and speech.  Whatever we say must never be able to be interpreted as a threat to use the tremendous destructive power that we now possess.  Let's talk!"

Sunday, July 9, 2017

My Emptiness

     I have been tryng to find the words that define the emptiness I feel. But my emotions translate to tears, sobs, and sobbing tears.  I cry and cry and cry at no particular time, for no apparent reason.  And, since June 12th when my darling husband passed away, my missing him has not diminished.
     My family has been supportive.  My friends have been supportive.  The friends of my children and grandchildren have all pitched in.  And for that I am grateful.  The thoughtfulness shown to me by strangers - the clerks at the grocery stores who always saw us when we shopped together; the public servant at the DMV who came out from her desk to give me a hug; a stranger at the synagogue who was celebrating her engagement and rubbed my back convinces me, now, more than ever, that almost everybody in the world is nice and there are just a few bad guys who ruin it for everybody.  I feel a little bit like Blanche DuBois who "relied on the kindness of strangers."
     I know, as time passes, my my loneliness and emptiness will diminish, but never leave.

Friday, September 9, 2016



     I'm trying to develop an exhaustive list of possibilities - why Trump won't release his tax returns.

His income is less than he claims.
His tax liability and bracket are much lower than expected.
His income and assets are sheltered or hidden in offshore accounts.
He is in partnership with unsavory characters.
He has made illegal contributions from his political accounts.
His investments are tanking.
His bankruptcies are more numerous than expected and involve more money than known.
His charity donations are small.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Fix the Eagles

I am a musician.  I played the cello in many orchestras and in occasional recitals. I see a similarity between orchestra,  and team sports.  In orchestras, all the musicians play together to make a complete sound.  And yet, if one instrument is out of tune, out of time, or out of sync, the entire orchestra ensemble sounds terrible.

Ask any musician if he practices and the answer has to be the familiar one:  if I miss one day, I know it; if I miss two days, the critics know it; and if I miss three days the audience knows it.

The football players have an ironclad contract that limits the amount of group practice.  But, there don't appear to be any restrictions on individual practices.

For instance, musicians practice scales, arpeggios, and finger exercises.  Football players should practice the equivalences:  running, bench pressing, and tackling.  These are the same as scale, arpeggios, and finger exercises for musicians.  The more they practice, the better they will be.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Paris is still the city of light

Once you get by the blood, explosions, vitriol, death and injuries and can look at the background scenes of buildings, streets, and the streetscapes you can see the Paris that the great Impressionists painted  No wonder they were so thrilled with the settings and it's also no wonder that they wanted to congregate in Paris.  And it is the light.  Not the light of Edison, but the light of nature.  .

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Birthday Breakfast

    I made a special birthday breakfast for myself today - my "Music Man" birthday.  I eat oatmeal to try to control my cholesterol; but, I do not like oatmeal.  I especially dislike the odor that oatmeal emits  when it is cooking; so I figured out a noncooking method that I can tolerate. I pour the raw oats into a bowl (1/2 cup of the oats) and add raisins, unsweetened pure cocoa powder to the bowl and then cook it all, in the bowl, with hot coffee.  I can eat it if I manage to add enough fruit so that every mouthful has at least one piece of fruit - cut up nectarines, peaches, plums, some grapes, sometimes even cantaloupe.  But I still don't like it.  And, I eat this every other morning.  The other mornings, I eat an egg white omelet with cut up mushrooms and peppers.

     This morning. I cut up the veggies the way I usually do, and cooked them as usual but I covered the pan to create some veggie liquid and soften the veggies.  Finally, I put 4 tablespoons of tomato puree in the bowl with the egg whites; added some water to the mixture and 1/2 cup of the raw oats.  I beat it all together, poured it over the veggies, cooked the omelet as usual, and enjoyed it.  I finally found a way I can eat oatmeal.  I will still continue with the oatmeal, chocolate, coffee, and fruit every other day but, from now on, my omelets will be oatmeal too.