What’s In a Name?
Unlike my mother, I have never named my car. I grew up with, and at sixteen learned to drive our family’s 1962 Buick Special, “Betsy.” Like our dalmatian Penny, “she” … Continue reading
Al Pimsler–A Man’s Men’s Illustrator
A dapper anomaly in those still shaggy post-Woodstock years, he walked with purpose and panache to the Saks Fifth Avenue offices where he took up residence at the drawing table. … Continue reading
HI Anxiety
As my departure date approaches, I tackle my “to do” list with what starts as self-willed calm. I have a week to get it all together, not only into one … Continue reading
Hannelore & Me
In the years just following 9/11, I was not looking for cultural escapism. My heart had been ripped out, shredded, burnt, and stuffed back into my chest cavity. I shrouded … Continue reading
Diner Coffee
she never had her tea leaves read instead the tepid shallow puddle of a refill (diner coffee) foretold overpowering youth’s refusal to believe in getting old. never in the a.m. … Continue reading
Sharon Watts Writes 