Views From My Nineties

Love, Food, and Life!

A Cautionary Tale with Bill Gates

So I was noodling around looking for something on my laptop and suddenly there was Leslie Stahl on “Sixty Minutes” reporting an amazing breakthrough in memory therapy. Something about research Bill Gates and his foundation had done with a Japanese…
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Grown a Sweet Potato Vine Lately?

I have. It’s amazing. Darn thing takes off—fed nothing but water, air, and light. I had a couple of sweets in the veggie basket, one started sprouting. Nothing I had in mind to cook paired with sweets. I remember the…
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A Day on Crete!

This from some time ago…vamping while I do a serious rewrite of our novel. Appreciate your kind indulgence… Earbud from my shortwave radio tucked in, in the middle of the night it has been lovely hearing the waves of unfamiliar…
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Kindred Spirits ~ New!

I had a good idea…to open up this page a bit, I thought to bring in friends (or people I wish were friends) that I regard as kindred spirits. I love the word kindred… it comes from Old English kinrædan, having to…
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Blessings on My 91st Birthday

So yesterday I celebrated my ninety-first turn around the—what orb is it, moon? sun? gosh I forget…is that a sign of old age? Very like… It was a day-and-a-half. Began with my husband’s poem—oh, what a treat, having your very…
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America the Majestic, and Other Travel Tales

I began writing these notes perched beside Bill in our bedroom on Amtrak’s Empire Builder--San Francisco to Chicago–just having rolled out of Havre, Montana. To explain: granddaughter (son David’s) Kate was graduating from Columbia University’s School of Social Work with…
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“Some Rose!!!”

There is an extraordinary rose bush bordering a garden in our neighborhood—I pass it every time we go out—that drives me crazy. It is in tree form—one shoulder-high stalk exploding in a voluptuous armload of buttery-gold-apricot roses as ripe as…
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Brush It Off!

Here’s a brilliant insight I just learned, simple, direct, pain-lightening. I’ll begin with the context: I am the most fortunate woman on the planet. I have a heavenly husband who loves and sustains me. I have a wealth of children,…
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Bill at 96 and Michael Connelly

Bill at 96 and Michael Connelly Last Monday (sixth of April) we celebrated a glorious landmark in the family: my darling husband’s NINETY-SIXTH BIRTHDAY! Wowzer. As Bill mentioned a few times (rather in awe), that means he has lived ninety-six…
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Day in the Life…

As this collection is meant to represent what it’s like being ninety, today I’m adding a short but painful piece. My second son, Benjamin and his wife, Ella, have moved to Israel…Ella was born there, and the two live in…
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A Rare Man…

When Bill and I met over the phone via my daughter’s article he happened to read in the local newspaper, my husband of forty-six years had been dead nine years. But Bill’s wife of fifty-two years had died just three…
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A noiseless patient spider

A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.   And…
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Christmas Beauty in February!

What do you know, here’s a remnant of Christmas—could not be more beautiful, more Christmasy—that just burst forth. Our dear friend Linda gave us a Christmas gift of a waxen round bulb, purely naked—“It’s from Trader Joe—just put it some…
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Aspects of Learning ~ 1

Tuesday, December 24th…Sitting with Bill in Dominican Hospital, Santa Cruz. We arose at 4:45 this morning because we had to report to the hospital at 6:15 a.m. Bill was scheduled to have a pacemaker installed…his ninety-five year-old heart was showing…
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Don’t Return That Vessel Empty!

Gene was writing witty advertising copy at an agency in San Francisco so we had moved to a rented house on Belvedere—a small enclave in San Francisco Bay. Our fourth child, Amanda, was brand new. David, our eldest, was five.…
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Approaching “A Further Shore”

You know, every so often life takes you by the scruff of the neck and gives you a good—a really good–shaking. Everything goes blotto. Numb. Still everything hurts. Up till then, things were going along swimmingly. Your family got fed.…
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Oh, David!

I began writing this “sickabed-on-two-chairs…” Not really two chairs…our big bed…but I love that old-fashioned expression. I’ve been ill—wretched deep hacking cough of bronchitis—because my son—my firstborn—is in the hospital. Gravely ill. (Hate that adjective.) Whether or not he will…
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“Turn the volume up!!!”

Here I am. Still sickabed on two chairs. Never occurred to me I’d be in bed with bronchitis for a whole long week. Nuisance. (The worst part is I didn’t get around to unpacking from our trip to Boise when…
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Just Checking In…

Not well. My old friend from Mill Valley days, Bronchitis, has pushed its way through the door and taken hold of me. (In Mill Valley our house was in a grove of dew-dripping redwood trees and I was constantly plagued…
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The March

Nothing I can add to what you’ve likely read and heard about the tens of thousands of us across the country. Just that I’m so glad I did it… What was surprising is that I would say the average age…
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My I Love America Morning!

My I LOVE AMERICA* Morning: This Saturday (October 18th) I’m going to join the No-Kings Protest here in Santa Cruz. Walk one mile through town… Be one more American sending Trump a message that he has got to give up…
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The Inspiring Jane

I can’t imagine there is even a handful of women of a certain age on this planet who, this morning, don’t feel diminished by the loss of their sister, Jane Goodall. Ach! When I was of traveling ability I so…
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A Happy Accident

We’ve been overwhelmed, Bill and I, deluged with family visiting (marvelous)…added to the usual stippling of doctor’s appointments…then of course the cleaning ladies weren’t able to come so in the kitchen my pick-it-up-use-it-then-set-it-down-in-the-wrong-place created impossible chaos. Last night my darling…
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Crazy to Sing!

Early in the tenth grade at University High School, one day at lunch in the patio, a cluster of us from Emerson Junior High were spooning up our yogurt when someone said, “You know, we should also form a Tri-Y.”…
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A Cinematographer to Keep an Eye on

We are over the moon exultant at the news of cinematographer Christopher Ripley’s achievement in the Venice Film Festival. Chris is boon companion of our granddaughter, James Francis Whelan IV. Last year, young Chris spent months in the Kalahari Desert–pure…
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My Nights with Harry Bosch

Husband Bill—Professor Emeritus of Eighteenth Century English Literature, American Literature, and Film Studies—loves detective stories. The author of What is Film Noir?* is a particular devotee of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler—Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe transcribe wonderfully to the…
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Time to Wake up!

Old Sleeping Beauty here, rousing from her slumbers… Looking around and about…shaking her head at her DUMBNESS in taking so long to open her eyes. I didn’t wake up on my own. Jim Dodge—the great one, America’s Baker—did it. Saturday,…
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The Sad Inevitable Jolt ~ When?

Last Wednesday, after our early gym time then a special massage appointment for me (addressing a rascally hip), since we were close by, Bill and I decided to treat ourselves to Eggs Benedict at the Silver Spur in Capitola. That’s…
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You Need to Know About This!

Headline in theatlantic.com July 14, 2025 as well as many other news organizations: “The Trump Administration Is About to Incinerate 500 Tons of Emergency Food”* In its zeal to prevent waste and—I’ve blocked the other jargon words—the Trump Administration has…
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Lavender Lady

“Love your eyeshadow!” “Thank you!” “…I like your lavender eyes…” “Thank you very much…” “Hey, nice purple—your—” “Thanks, appreciate it…” And so out and about in a day—rounds of the gym…the bakery…farmers’ market…the pharmacy…somebody’s office…I receive random compliments from perfect…
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My Stolen Hour

For a wonder, for a mercy, my dear Swiss-German ex-Marine-Corps self-abnegating husband has agreed to have a weekly massage. Did you catch that weekly? It took my most persuasive argumenting to get Bill to agree that a regular and frequent…
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Take Your Choice

Last we left The Old Girl she had something inside her bum that had to be reckoned with… something, uh, what my small children would call “omnious.” Monday July 8th there was to be an in-and-out procedure to cadge a…
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Living in Limbo

Hanging around. Waiting. Wondering. Fretting. Feeling clueless… Actually, I just Wiki’d Limbo and discovered good old Limbo—a place I think of as being neither here nor there, sort of poised in the middle distance—is in fact defined as “the edge…
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My Uppy Downy Ninetieth Birthday

I’ll tell you the truth. Being ninety—actually arriving at so august, so distant, so unlikely/impossible a number–on the one hand turned out not to be a biggie. On the other hand, it’s mind-boggling, marvelous. I confess I walk around with…
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The Apple of Big Dreams

Have you discovered the great new American apple, COSMIC CRISP? As one who has grown rare heritage apples—American Colonial, English, French, Russian—and tasted gorgeous apples from all over the world—I’m here to tell you that this seedling conceived in 1997…
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A Rewarding Way with Solitaire

Solitaire. The very word—if I let it—would cast shame… A card game played alone… Why would you play a card game all by yourself? Cards are for playing with friends and cohorts—pals, chums, jolly types. Play cards alone? you’ve got…
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The Pleasures of Dining From A Handmade Vessel

I am spoiled in ever so many ways. Presently in mind as I sip my morning coffee is because of my friend Nan… brilliant artist…inspired ceramicist. Coffee tastes richer sipped from her handmade piercing blue mug with a handfeel of…
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So How Do You Face Derision?

So how do you face derision? …cuffs to the heart… …arrows to the soul… …misreadings of the essence of your being? Me? At first I tried warmth. Interest. Lovingkindness, even. Please. Get out of my face. Then I tried…no I…
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Boxes of Memories

In honor of this year’s Academy Awards, I thought I’d offer this reminiscence from November 2021. When my mother, Gloria Stuart, was nominated for an Academy Award for playing Old Rose in Titanic, occasionally someone asked, What was it like, growing up with…
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What Is Indomitable

It was a chill late September morning—1970… We lived in the Serra Retreat—a small secluded canyon that was part of the original Malibu land grant. I came out our front door to tuck an outgoing letter in our mailbox up…
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A Happy Thanksgiving Indeed…

Dear Friends…Readers…Those who wonder who on earth I am… As I write this, a cease-fire between Israel and Hezbollah is being announced. We have a son and daughter-in-law living in Tel Aviv. Naturally their well-being has been uppermost in our…
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Transitions

I write this early Tuesday afternoon—November 5th, THE BIG DAY, the day we’ve been anticipating for months and months. Obviously the future of our country hangs in the balance. Around 4:00 o’clock this afternoon, the first voting places in the…
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Helping Preserve America the Incomparable

Bill isn’t sleeping, I’m barely sleeping…so worried. No election in history ever with so much at stake… Haven’t done the volunteering I planned I’d do. Won’t bore you with the reasons (but yes, age and time are factors). Trying to…
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Maybe Once In A Lifetime…

Maybe once in a lifetime you’ll have a friend who, when you’re out of other options, will pick you up at 5:30 a.m. and drive you to the hospital for a 6:00 a.m. surgical appointment… then will hang around with…
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Ah, Maggie, You Have Taken Your Leave Too Soon!

Ah, Maggie, like your brilliant colleague before you, Glenda Jackson, you have taken your leave too soon! Eighty-nine is too young (take it from one who knows firsthand…). I can’t bear the thought your work is finished. Reading Dame Maggie…
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The Windhover

A few hours ago on our morning walk with Uschi (our six-year-old eighty-eight pound German Shepherd), sun shone gold, ocean dazzled dark blue. Bill and I chatted…sparingly. Our hearts are heavy. A cherished friend is at the last stage of…
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A Painful Stretch of Days

I called Barbara, wanted to ask if she’d have a look at a letter I’d received. Among numerous accomplishments, Barbara was a court-certified graphologist–handwriting expert. Fascinating trade. I had a gushy thank you note from someone who for years hadn’t…
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Catching Up, Early August

Our grandson Cameron is freshly returned from Peru and day after tomorrow he begins the tenth grade. Exciting. Till the end of the year, he’ll be taking Algebra 2/Trigonometry, AP Physics, and French 3. Batten down the hatches! it’s going…
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Plenty of Stairs to Climb

Bill and I are profoundly grateful for President Joe Biden’s selflessness, heroism. After weeks of struggling—wishing, denying, shoving aside, hiding under the covers—his better angels embraced him with love and whispered sweet meaningfuls in his ear—and in Dr. Jill’s ear…
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On Not Buying Local

Gentle Reader, While I’m closeted writing a novel I hope you’ll enjoy reading, it’s been suggested I post pieces from earlier years … years when I was freshly widowed, living in or near L.A. with my dog, waiting for Bill…
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And So the Clock Ticks…

≈ Dear Friends… One of the curious–surprising, unsettling, discomforting–things that happens when the years have mounted on top of you (I can feel them on my back, it’s why I walk bent over, terrible) is that you become aware of…
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Panic!

“Hey, Siri, where are you?” I love Siri’s crisp answer, “I’m over here.” I’m so messy-minded these days I ask Siri to tell me where I’ve set him several times a day. No answer this time. What is this? I…
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“Choices:” Hefty Word

Our Meyer lemon tree (organic goes without saying in this part of the world) is studded with gold. It is an enormous tree and bears hundreds upon hundreds of fruits. Early spring is citrus season, and Santa Cruz is dappled…
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For Yulia and Alexei

Yulia Navalnaya. Beautiful name. Beautiful woman. Proud. Grateful. In the depths of despair. I wish I could write her a letter that I know she could read. Yulia cannot receive her beloved husband’s body to place in the earth, much…
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Valentines for My Life

Happy Valentine’s Day! Gentle reader, will you please be my Valentine? I would be honored. I regret I haven’t been with you much lately. As I’ve previously mentioned, I suffered a blow last October that knocked the wind out of…
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Christmas on a Desert Island?

I’m thinking of decamping at the end of the year…around December 20th…maybe 18th. Going off to–are there desert islands anymore? I cannot get my groove back. Christmas 2023 threw me into a tizzy. I won’t give particulars as to why…
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Doing Good By Stealth

I was accompanying Bill to an appointment with his Cough Doctor. As is my wont/want, I brought along my present project of needlework. I don’t relish sitting empty-handed doing nothing. (When we go to friends’ for dinner, it’s a selfless…
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Sixty-Seven Orbits Around the Sun

Sixty-seven years ago tomorrow I gave birth to my first child. It was then called “natural childbirth.” I conceived the baby when we were living in New York city (I was happily a copywriter at the great department store, Lord…
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With Whipped Cream on Top

Well, here I am fourteen hours into the new year…made coffee, tea, bacon, French toast, unloaded the dishwasher in order to load it up with last night’s dishes–I cooked an enormous Turkey Tetrazinni for our celebratory supper, marvelous but arduous.…
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Amazing!

Well, for a wonder, here we are bumping up against Christmas again! Where’d it come from, so all-of-a-sudden? And the end of the year approaches, too? Amazing. Here I am, a bundle of worries and a heap of concerns but…
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No Strings Attached!

When I was seventy-five, I must have done some good in this world because I was rewarded with William John Park III. Bill was eighty. The story of how we met amuses people, and if you’re very very good, one…
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Feeling My Age

Seems to me that my late bout with unreality (or call it what you will) took its toll. I seem to have less energy. I walk in shorter steps and, walking, I’m more bent over than I used to be.…
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Mud Pies for Supper

I lie in bed in the dark morning thinking, “I’ve got chicken breasts to cook for tonight, how on earth am I going to cook them…?” I’ve come to worry about what I’m going to cook for supper, as I…
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Coming Back to Myself

Darndest thing. I’ve been away. A very odd sort of journey. In the Land of Illness. It’s not a place I’ve been much in my eighty-eight years. I should explain that at the tender ages of ten and eleven I…
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Truth and Beauty, Part 1

Glenda, you left us too soon! Eighty-seven is nowheresville…you should have lasted another ten years. Reading Glenda Jackson’s obituary, seeing the clips from recent movies, past the sadness and regret I felt for her loss, I must confess to having…
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A Mother and A Daughter

Yesterday–or the day before, at some point on NPR–I listened to an interview with Julie Andrews and her daughter, Emma Walton Hamilton. The two were pitching their new children’s book, The Enchanted Symphony. Gifted women having a jolly time talking…
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Redemption!

Ok. Ok. I’ll just be blunt. Direct. No beating around the bush. Have you ever been so daft in love with someone you couldn’t bear the thought of him/her/them being kissed–much less made love to–by someone before you? I know…
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Back to Normal

Just to say that our house is back to normal. Bill’s been sickabed on two chairs (lovely old-fashioned expression, don’t know where it came from but it’s descriptive…actually he’s been in the plain old bed) for the last week. I…
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Bricks!

Hey, when something terriblewretchedmiserableuglyawfulhorribleunbelievableynasty happens to you–a ton of bricks falls on your head and there’s no unbricking the pain–what do you do? First, of course, I would imagine you try to understand where the bricks fell from and why…
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Fire!

Yesterday morning across the top of the front page of The New York Times was a color photograph of a burly man wearing a baseball cap backwards squatting, forehead pressed to the top of the head of a dark brown…
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How to Manage Being Royally Scammed

First and foremost, when you’re cruising through maybe Facebook (likely on a family member’s site) and you innocently click on a picture of something unexpected and all of a sudden the screen flashes red! red! red! and a woman’s voice…
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A Cautionary Tale

Malka and I were on the phone schmoozing. We’ve known one another since the mountain, another universe, and since then she has also been graced with an extraordinary life. When laughing delightedly Malka said, “Oh, Sylvia, we’re so lucky!” I…
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It’s Never Too Late for Love

Bill and I were on our morning walk with Uschi (our 5-year-old German Shepherd daughter) nearing the ocean when I spotted a stack of wicker baskets perched at the edge of the sidewalk. One basket–woven of thick tawny straw–was large,…
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Onward and Upward!

So guess what. Yesterday I began my eighty-ninth year on this planet. I’m 88 years old! (I came out backwards. Been scatterbrained ever since.) Recently the powers that be declared my birthday a national holiday. A meaningful one. Juneteenth is…
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Raised Consciousness

At first I titled this, “The New Consciousness,” but I daren’t because I’m probably out of the mainstream and this was going on long before I discovered it… “It” is how we who shop for animal products do so. I…
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Doing A Carole-Herbert

Smiling, her eyes almost merry, Carole said–it was more than three years ago but it seems the day before yesterday–“It’s not that I’m afraid of dying. I’m really not. I just don’t want to die because I don’t want to…
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Dealing with Sudden Change

From one day to the next our fifteen-year-old Peruvian grandson no longer will come grooving in to the banquette table for his breakfast…won’t be here for supper tonight…we delivered him to the airport last night…he’ll actually be landing in Lima…
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Awash in Generosity

Generosity of spirit. How I cherish it. This past weekend I was awash in generous spirits. First it was at Macy’s. Our fifteen-year-old Peruvian grandson was invited to his first bat mitzvah on Saturday morning. For some reason I’ve been…
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How Not to Blame

Last week was my husband Bill’s 93rd birthday. Pretty big deal, don’t you think? The day or two before, I tried to use a light hand reminding family of the occasion. Problem is, I come from a long line of…
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Our Teenager’s Birthday Party

I last put together a birthday party for a fifteen year-old in 1977…um, forty-six years ago…and it was for a girl (daughter)…so I was a tad rusty heading into a party for our Peruvian grandson. Why is putting together a…
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Me or Peanut Butter?

So that morning we set out on our walk with Uschi and half a block from our house Bill stopped, said, “We have to go back. I’m having a touch of angina…” Of course we double-timed it home so I…
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Choices

When we realized we couldn’t have a weekend in San Francisco to celebrate our twelfth wedding anniversary (our dog-sitter was snowed in), Bill said, “I know. Let’s go in June and celebrate your birthday in Copenhagen! Then we can take…
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Mousy Fellow Mortal

Valentine’s night we went to one of the town’s favorite cafés for treats of delicious suppers and the live jazz of a friend’s combo. We were in a covered patio, seated at a small table close to the musicians, more…
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A Supper for Millennials and Generation Z’s

Yesterday morning a grandson who lives at a distance called, said he was in San Francisco, could he come down this afternoon for a visit? The young man is a world traveler, bi-lingual (French), a bec-fin. We were delighted. But…
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The Best Insurance for Not-Being-Left-Alone

Have I mentioned the reason why we two old geezers have a formidable German Shepherd Dog rather than a mellow Lab or transcendent poodle? After Gene died, I had the company of our German Shepherd, Lady, a gift when she…
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I Must Admit…

[N.B. A briefer earlier version was on my FB page…] I must admit it’s finally dawned on me that I’m getting—am already—old. Curious feeling. Not altogether real. But I had evidence of it on Christmas when I attempted to cook…
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Resources for A Happy and A Merry Caritas

Musing about gifts to the recalcitrant, I stumbled upon something really super. It just struck me that giving someone a donation to charity as a Chanukkah or Christmas present is giving twice—immediately to the friend or family member and then…
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Stuff

You see in our ‘70s-built house, my study is the room furthest from the source of warmth, a furnace in the garage. The designers of the house forgot about efficiently delivering heat to rooms down the hall. Bill’s study, adjoining…
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Win-Win HolidayGiving

Yesterday was Christmas Shopping Day at our house—principally for Bill. We ordered the red-wrapped two- and three-pound boxes of dark chocolate Nuts & Chews he’s sent to family since Mrs. See first shmooshed them out. All over the country, Park…
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Maybe the Best Pumpkin Pie You Ever Et

Made from a real winter squash, not a can…imbued with American bourbon…crunchy with pecans and caramelized sugar…a holiday confection fresh from the earth—and my mother and grandmother. Squash Custard Filling: (8 to 9 servings) 2-1/2 cups pureed baked butternut, cushaw,…
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Surprise, Surprise!

Suddenly it struck me yesterday as I was wending my way around the bedroom—“wending” because I had to be careful to step around the overflowing suitcases flopped open on the floor…what with this siege of COVID (I write this mid-October,…
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Being A Grown-Up

One of the reigning passions of my life has been travel. Since I was eighteen, I’ve seen much of France, Italy, Greece, Great Britain, glimpses of Mexico, China, Japan, India, Israel, Spain, Tanzania, Peru, Ireland, Russia, Thailand, Singapore, Myanmar, Oman,…
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Flaws

This morning for no plausible reason I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I might take stock. List my flaws. I mean, after valiantly slogging along all these years and with a fair amount of travail, my body…
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Goddess of The Chase

It struck me when I realized that within the space of two days, I seem to have gained a friend—a kindred spirit—and lost the very same. Recently a reader of these scribbles who grew up with my little The Birthday…
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Making Vegetable Soup

Here are the basics…have fun with it…make enough for two or three nights…and if you can, use organic ingredients. Cut a 3- to -4-inch red* onion in half, peel, trim away root and stem ends, slice 1/8th inch thick, maybe…
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What Is Love Anyway?

Hey, what is love anyway? I keep asking Bill, “Who loves you more than anyone was ever loved?” and of course he answers, “I’ve no idea…” And just now, asking him, it occurred to me, What is love anyway? What…
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Messiness As Art

I’m putting my study to rights. I’m told Albert Schweitzer and Alexander Calder also had absurdly messy studies. That comforts me. I’m in good—nay, secure—company. No one can make fun of me. Except for decades friends have been taking pictures…
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More Word Play

Home again, and driving the winding road up the Santa Cruz Sandhills to fetch Uschi from her friends in Bonny Doon, I turned a corner and ahead of us crossing the road were three huge wild turkeys! Naturally I stopped,…
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The Annual Accounting

Writing indoors as torrents of rain shush down outside our windows–no drought here in Kauai as there is in Santa Cruz… And so the end of the year draws nigh…time to take stock…where’ve I been…where’m I going?…will I be able…
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Art Is Fleeting

All-time favorite greeting card from my high school days: “Time is long And art is fleeting… Happy Birthday to you Sweeting…” Speaking of “art is fleeting,” yesterday Maggie, my Yalie* granddaughter and I had a splendid excursion in San Francisco. More…
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Boxes of Memories

When my mother, Gloria Stuart, was nominated for an Academy Award for playing Old Rose in Titanic, occasionally someone asked, What was it like, growing up with a movie star for a mother? My answer: I didn’t. She wasn’t. She…
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Hold On to Your Power!

A close friend from my college years is now, surprise surprise, also old. An architect and landscape designer, Mazie and I unexpectedly turned out to have even more in common than age: we both were blessed with finding our true…
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A Liberating Idea

Came another letter from my old friend Mazie: So here’s a development, my girl. Pat’s best friend, Georgiy, the Russian professor—lovely man, I’ve told you about him—came for coffee. He’s been having trouble in his family. His older sister is…
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Filling in the Gap…

Welcome to my new blog. I hope it engages you…please drop by often. Regarding our lives since March, 2020, Bill and I have been very fortunate. Got through the quarantine surprisingly easily. Saw no one. Went nowhere. A friend put…
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Seeds In My Teeth

I can still see her, the petite French girl, chic in her off-the-shoulder summer dress pulling a chef’s knife from her purse. We’d met at a dinner party. I was newly married, working my way through French cookbooks, and as…
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Photo Credit to Gail Park

Sylvia Vaughn Thompson began writing about food, the garden, life, and love in 1957.

The next forty-four years while raising four remarkable children and her writer husband, Gene Thompson, she wrote 154 articles, eight books, designed a mountain chalet. After losing Gene, while keeping close to her nonagenarian mother, actress/artist Gloria Stuart, Sylvia lived alone with her German Shepherd, Lady, then Bichon-Poodle, Cakes. Kept on writing.

Then when she was seventy-five, Sylvia met newly-widowed eighty-year-old retired Professor (Literature, Film Studies), William Park. Sylvia, Bill, and their German Shepherd, Uschi, write, garden, cook, walk along the ocean–and watch a movie every night.

Wildly blessed.