Ten years ago, I retired from a thirty-five year teaching career in health and physical education. I was often asked what I was going to do in retirement, and I had a couple of things in mind such as work part time and continue to pursue my lifelong love of sport and fitness. One fateful morning while reading the newspaper, I noticed an advertisement, “Learn to Play Bridge”. I signed up, went to the classes and was introduced to the world of duplicate bridge. I was informed there were sectional, regional and National tournaments. There were milestones to be achieved called Life Master rankings and black, red, silver and gold points to be won. All of this was appealing to my competitive nature that had its origin in high level competitive swimming in my youth. Maybe I could channel it into duplicate bridge and try to become a good bridge player? Although there was – and continues to be – a nagging doubt whether I have the natural aptitude, I decided to take on the challenge. Believing the slogan hard work beats talent, I attacked the game. I took many classes, read books, and committed to playing every day at the local club. I practiced declaring and defending hands on instructional websites. I begged better players to play games with me and asked them hundreds of questions about bidding and play of the hands. I paid bridge pros to help me improve my game so I could catch up to the other players in the club. I entered tournaments to earn those colored points and Life Master ranking.
I recently earned my Silver Life Master at my ten year goal mark. It has been a journey of baby steps because the game of bridge has been difficult for me to play well. I could never have reached this milestone without the help of my bridge friends… a few loyal partners who stick by me and tolerate all my mistakes. Also, I extend heartfelt gratitude to my teachers and especially my mentors who became close and dear friends. Thank you for joining me on this bridge journey.



On the day that I retired from my work as a physician at the Veterans Administration, my wife asked me if I could start learning how to play bridge in order for her to have a consistent (if not ornery) partner. At the time, she was taking lessons from Barbara Patterson at Ami Bridge. I was skilled at chess, but bridge was not part of my life up until then. It just so happened that Diana had a book by Audrey Grant on bidding which Barbara had lent her. For the next 5 days, I studied that book and managed to complete it in time to compete with Diana in Barbara’s upcoming Friday morning beginners’ tournament.
I started playing bridge 50 years ago with my in-laws, joining the ACBL in 1973. We played in ACBL games in a large family room in the home of Helen Joe and Bob Owens in our resort town of Cape May, NJ. Helen Joe is now the club manager for Clearwater Bridge Club, FL. My first big tournament was in Lancaster in the early 1970s. I had a bridge party for a baby shower in 1973. As a wife, mother, and nurse, it was difficult to make bridge a top priority. Our home was also a distance from many tournaments. Studying my bridge book signed by Charles Goren taught me card play and defense. I was so happy to finally get the silver points I needed at our Cape May club with many of the players I had played with for over 40 years.
I reached this next rank thanks to the late, great Lila Gleitman, my mother. Mom, my favorite bridge partner, would come to the table and when meeting new opponents, would say, “I may look like a blind, little old lady, but I always have an Ace up my sleeve.” And she would pull out an Ace of Hearts. Mom and I wanted to go to Nationals this year. We qualified right before Covid. I retired to play bridge with her and go to Nationals. I almost quit the game when she died, but thanks to John Dickenson who invited me to play with him shortly after her death, I realized the game was her gift to me. And so long as Mom is in my heart, I will always have an Ace up my sleeve. I had one tattooed permanently on my arm.
I started playing bridge in the late 90s to help my dad become a Life Master. We never had a convention card. He was not in good health. I was working full time as a physician. But he did become a Life Master before passing away in 2004. I subsequently retired and began playing more bridge. The photo is of my dad Harry who was loved by all & myself.