6. Brat Girl’s Tuna Noodle Casserole

6. Brat Girl’s Tuna Noodle Casserole

Looking back across a chasm of more than six decades, trying to remember myself as a child, I suspect I may have been a handful. I know I had a temper. In the family’s second house in Mountain Lakes, I threw all my dollies down the stairs from the third-floor playroom...
5. High Tea with Jane Dickerman

5. High Tea with Jane Dickerman

There are many places I have lived that I revisit in dreams—my parents’ sprawling Upper West Side apartment, their tiny summer house in Montauk, my first apartment with my ex-husband, and a house we owned briefly in Harvard, MA. But oddly there is one that has little...
4. Dune Pigging and 24-Hour Fruit Salad

4. Dune Pigging and 24-Hour Fruit Salad

In our tidy suburban world, mommies stayed home and took care of the house, the pets, the children, the husbands. This was a few years before The Feminine Mystique, and nobody seemed to chafe at their roles or talked about careers. (My mother held a job as a part-time...
3. Ob Talk and Mary Coogan’s Chocolate Soufflé

3. Ob Talk and Mary Coogan’s Chocolate Soufflé

Dede Coogan and I were friends for much of grade school, spending long hours in her third-floor bedroom with the cozy slanted ceiling and biking to classes together while I still lived across the street. We nurtured a private language called “obtalk,” which is easy...
1. Swiss Steak and Terrible Secrets

1. Swiss Steak and Terrible Secrets

When I was a little girl, my brother and I flew every summer to visit my mother’s parents, Nanny and Bompa, at their semi-rural home in Farmington, Michigan. A flight back then was thrilling, an occasion for dress-up, and we were outfitted like a pair of Waspy kids on...