As the summer of 1946 approached I began to think about getting a summer job.

I have always been happy that my birthday falls in the spring.

Many of my friends are orphans. I have outlived all their parents, and while I am 91 and many of them are in their 60s and even 70s, I think of them as orphans.

I have been angry at the Martha’s Vineyard Hospital board for some months now, and I wasn’t sure about what to do about it.

I have been a mother for 68 years and a Nana for 30 years, but for one short period of my life I was a Nanny.

Every summer gets a little harder when you reach your nineties.