Air Florida Flight 90 passengers being rescued by helicopter. Photo by U.S.A. Today It was a dark, snowy January afternoon in 1982 when...

After my recent post about Nico, I came across this photo of him, pouting on the porch because there are no dogs, children, strollers,...

Three months ago, we lost our 13-year-old Pekingese, Nico. The vet came to the house to put him down, and we chose his favorite space,...

Our Boston Terrier Elwood doesn’t bark much but this afternoon he stands on a chair and barks ferociously out the front window. I get out...

I’m lying in the hospital recovery area after surgery to remove a cyst the size of an English pea that had been leaning on my nerve....

An ogre walks among us. He runs a traveling make-up and wig company out of Texas. He goes from city to city where his services are needed...

There’s a gnome who travels the maze of hallways beneath the main floor of the Kennedy Center. He may be carrying the dance belt Mikhail...

My Boston Terrier Elwood frequently visits my lap, sometimes for a better view of his surroundings and sometimes to nestle in. As with...

The makeup room at the Kennedy Center Opera is bustling. We’ve got a big show tonight, with a full chorus and lots of supers. We’re...

Along about the time of the brownie debacle, I was contacted by a friend of my mother’s, Jean, who worked at the Kennedy Center in...

Many apologies for being out of touch. I've had technology problems that have prevented me from posting regularly but I hope to be back...

During a recent thunderstorm, I had a memory from the past. I was in the bathroom of my old gym, reapplying some makeup after my...

Shirley is standing in the hallway in her sleeveless pink, knee-length nightgown. Her thin arms and legs look particularly spindly. She...

It’s hot in the cabin. I can’t remember if there was any air conditioning, but I suspect not. The cabin is circa – well, I’m not sure,...

The family is sitting around Mom’s dining room table in Cabin John one June, finishing up dessert. We’re talking about the cabin Tyler...

About the time I was dodging Dave S. in the hallways of A.G.A., my parents asked me to come house sit with their three Pekingese at their...

When I’d been at A.G.A. about three years, along came a new senior vice president of Communications, Dave S. On the surface, Dave was a...

There are many men at A.G.A. who are near retirement. One such fellow hovers like a vulture each month for the new edition of the A.G.A....

Over the years, I've noticed a number of different approaches to applying lipstick among my family members. My grandmother Ruth had an...

While working for the American Gas Association as editor of their non-award-winning magazine, I was sent on several business trips, each...