Wow! These past twenty-four FaceBook hours have been pretty amazing – and not in a good way. So much anger unleashed by women I have always known to be steady and fair-minded. So many ancient nightmares dredged up. So many demands being made....
I grew up in the era of diminishing hat sightings. Men and women of my grandparents’ generation and for many generations before that wore hats – hats for work, hats for dress-up, hats for every occasion. There were dunce caps, night caps, and...
I’ve known for some time that I have difficulty recognizing people. “Tell me if there’s anyone here I should know,” are words I almost always whisper to Nyel when we enter a room full of people. When I was teaching, I taped large name tags...
Sydney, circa 1943 I’ve never had a nickname, at least not one that I’ve given myself or that I’ve used in place of Sydney. But, as I think about it, numbers of people have taken it upon themselves to call me by something other than Sydney. ...
Seriously Today is the day we decide where to hang a couple of newly framed pictures. One is the portrait of me drawn a few weeks ago by my cousin Bruce. I’ve been trying to look at it more objectively now that it’s framed. I still think...
"Oysterville" by Sydney Stevens Every once in awhile I Google myself just to see what the world thinks I’m up to. It is always enlightening, especially since Sydney Stevens appears to be a fairly common name. I find that Sydney Stevens is a...