My Teenage Idol

Dinner and Jacks at Angie’s, My Teenage Idol

I was a bee, crammed in a hive with incessant buzzing around me. Nana was the queen, situated in her own quiet bedroom. Mom and Dad slept in the converted living room with baby Jon’s cradle pushed up against their bed, leaving little room for their armoire doors to open. I shared a bedroom with three-year-old Michael.

Most of the time we inhabited the hive with a minimum of collisions, but sometimes it was too much for me. That’s when I would escape to visit my teenage idol, Angie, who lived with … Read More

Leslie’s News: July 2015

You Can Write a No-Big-Deal Memoir

leslie-on-15th-ave-22nd-street-e1436969352525These blogs are a preliminary to my forthcoming memoir, Remembering Childhood: An Interactive Memoir. The title is intended to describe my intention to provide support for the reluctant memoirist  to put one big toe in the wading pool.

Many of us intend to write a memoir, but don’t follow though. There are numerous reasons, not the least of which is inertia. By the time we actually reach the memoir writing stage of life, other things seem … Read More

Leslie’s News: May 2015

ManhattanMini_c1_highresCamille Minichino is my favorite ‘cozy’ mystery author. I just finished reading her Killer in the Cloister, a page turner in which 28-year-old Sister Francesca who is studying at a large university in the Bronx becomes involved in uncovering the mysterious death of her new Mother Superior. I was hooked! I suspect you’ll also be hooked on her latest mystery set in another area of NYC.

Manhattan, Big and Little

One of the many reasons … Read More

A Brownie Scout in the Fifties


I wasn’t my sit-up-and-fold-your-hands self on Brownie meeting day. Instead of my usual attentive behavior in school, I had trouble keeping still on Tuesdays. My wooden seat was harder on this day than other days, and the confinement of its attached desk made me squirm.

I worried about the bus. Would it be on time? Would I miss it? I worried about my seven cents fare, and I reached into my sock to feel the nickel and two pennies at every … Read More