Halloween Trick Becomes a Startling Treat

I hung up the phone one October day in 1976 feeling both dubious and intrigued.  Flattered to be asked, I had agreed to tell fortunes at my brother’s Halloween party since I loved Halloween almost as much as I loved him.  But sometimes Tom’s idea of fun and my own...

A Mystery of Childhood Mementos

I wish I’d remembered to take a photo of my childhood jewelry box. When I was about 8 I wanted one with a ballet dancer who twirled en pointe when you opened the box—all the rage at the time. Instead, my parents gave me one painted with French poodles sitting at a...