Curations from the Human Jungle
[This is it, Dear Reader, the final installment in this account of one extra-ordinary life. If you've taken the journey with me over the past few weeks, let me know how the experience has been for you. It's taken me 76 years to live this life (so far) and several years to put it into... Continue Reading →
My Aunt Margaret died in 1963. She was the fun-loving of the Foster girls. She married Arthur J. Feltham, and the two of them led a life that, by the rest of the family standards, was quite glamorous. They drove to Florida in his Cadillac. I remember seeing a picture of the Felthams posing with... Continue Reading →
["Extra-Ordinary" is the title of my never-finished, never-published memoir, or is it an autobiography? The title is a play on the word extraordinary, which denotes something anything but ordinary. By putting in the hyphen my intent is to communicate that the only thing exceptional about my life is that it has been ordinary to the... Continue Reading →