

A Mildred Kind of Therapist
My essay, “A Mildred Kind of Therapist,” is on The Baltimore Sun op-ed page Sunday, August 19. Here’s the link to The Baltimore Sun’s...


My Biker Guy ‘N Stuff
My Biker Guy and our Biker Nephew rode in their 4th Dana Farber Pan Mass Challenge Saturday in memory of Jill Birnbaum, our loving niece,...


Nuts
Before taking off from LA to NYC last week, I was about to open a bag of mixed nuts I bought at LAX when a flight attendant announced...


Simple Rules for Life
Home from a wonderful 13-day trip to Oregon and California seeing family, friends, and much in between. The ride along the Pacific coast...


Oregon With Longtime Friends
In Ashland, our last Oregon stop, we saw the Elizabethan Theater and a cellist in Lithia Park, both treats even in 99-degree weather....


JOHN WATERS, PRIDE, AND LILI
“If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t f_ _k ‘em.” John Waters That John Waters sentence is on tee-shirts,...


Encore! Encore!
It won. The audience of the Woodside Summer Play Festival voted the opening monologue of my FINDING MR. RIGHTSTEIN stage adaptation,...


Treasuring happy times with a Dad who knew what mattered
My View | Published June 10, 2018 By Nancy Davidoff Kelton __________ My father in his coffin looked better than most of the men I dated....
My Psychologist Friend and Philip Roth
(I wrote the below blog before I read the news of Kate Spade's death. Facebook writer friends have shared thoughts about it, about...


Slouching, Backs, and Culture
Last weekend, I re-pulled the lower back muscle I’d pulled Mother’s Day morning. On Tuesday, I went to my gym on 23rd Street to use the...