My husband and I retired from the investment business in Manhattan and moved to Philadelphia 30 years ago. We raised our family here, and built an active life.
As we aged, we wanted to have an activity that we enjoyed together. Bridge fit that bill. We both played a bit in college and only sporadically afterward, since work and then family monopolized our time. We began to focus on playing together right before the Pandemic and then everything shut down. We don’t play on-line, so we had to wait until in-person play began again, using bridge solitaire programs to keep our new skills fresh. Once face-to-face began, we dove in playing 2-3 times per week. Little by little our point count built. I had played sanctioned games occasionally so I had a few more points than my husband, and have reached the NABC Master Level first. My husband is not far behind.
We both love the game and the continuing challenge it provides. We wake in the morning and sometimes say, “Good Morning! If I bid a Heart, and you bid a Spade…” Our next goal is Life Masters but at 74 and 85 years of age, we can only hope!


My bridge story is really a story about my Dad and me, which is why he is pictured with me. For my entire life, my Dad played bridge. Sometimes, I would tag along and watch and occasionally I’d caddy.
I can’t think of my bridge life without thinking of my brother Tom, a lovely 62 year old sweet soul with Down’s syndrome. Tom came to live with my husband and me 23 years ago, 5 years before I started playing bridge. Tom was there whether I was playing locally on club teams,duplicate at the Jersey shore or taking lessons and playing duplicate at the Vero Beach bridge center. Tom was not literally at the table with me. Rather, he was riding his bike up and down the Ocean City boardwalk (once as far as Atlantic City!) or riding his bike 12 miles to take tennis lessons in Vero Beach.
I spend a lot of time thinking about bridge and feel as if I’m slowly but surely inching closer to a deeper understanding of the game. I am not, however, a naturally gifted bridge player. I’ve been remiss in recognizing some of my weaknesses, and for sure I’ve repeated the same mistakes too often. But the positive flip side may be that I’m persistent. Every game and every post mortem helps in some way to move me along to better bridge.
My goal to be an expert seems far away, but I love bridge, the beauty of the game, great people, nice partners. Ten of my favorite memories: