November 6, 1967

November 6, 1967 was to become an important date in my life. Of course, I didn’t know it then, three years from being born. On that day, somewhere in Lakemba, in Sydney, Australia, I believe, a 25-year-old beauty named Helen Levine, smart with long, almost-black...
Re-entry blues

Re-entry blues

The last couple of days have been crazy. Intense and sad and scary.We were exhausted when Doug’s lovely sister picked us up at the airport: we hadn’t slept much in the last 48 hours. And we were beginning to show the signs of some food poisoning or...

Date with my honey

For all the folks asking if things have changed since the ceremony: Doug and I went kite flying this evening in Mountain View as the sun set and then went to Zucca for scotch (15-year-old Dalwhinnie, neat, him) and a cocktail they call Oh, Beautiful (Remy cognac,...