NOV 2022 - Special Treats
My father was a pharmacist who formulated his own cough medicines, syrups for various ailments, and creams for an assortment of skin conditions. Once a month he went to New York City’s Chinatown to buy herbs, tinctures, and spices that he used to make the preparations. After he bought what he needed he would go to a small local restaurant and eat lunch. When he told me the menus were in Chinese and the waiters spoke no English, I asked, “How do you know what to order?”
NOV 2022 - Me and the GRE
In the spring of 1966, when I decided to get an MA in theatre, I learned that one of the non-negotiable requirements for admission was passing the GRE (Graduate Record Exam). I’d been out of school for years and dreaded having to take any exam, much less one that determined my fitness for graduate school. I kept putting it off until I ran out of time. I had one last chance to take it if I wanted to enroll for even a single course in the fall of 1966.
NOV 2022 - Grant Application
In 1972 I attended an annual theatre conference where committee meetings were more than a little contentious—not only about performance issues, but also about smoking/not smoking. Despite the approaches some of us took to try to solve problems, there seemed to be no way to end the acrimony. The meeting I was attending ended on a particularly discordant note. I wished I knew a way to bring the warring parties together but the meeting was over. I left to go to my next event—a massage workshop!
Life tales from a woman different living in The City Different.