to be Rude or not to be Rude
Since I’ve stopped watching morning TV shows with my coffee, my life has improved. No more cursing under my breathe, a political veil of dread no longer accompanies me to the shower. Instead, I open...
View ArticleTaking Kay to Costco
Consumerism. Costco is the size of a few football fields. Never was there ever a store in history where you had to pay to play. You must be a member to enter the cavernous walls of pallets filled with...
View ArticleGunshots, Garages and Gardens
Our garage renovation, aka the casita, has come to a standstill. It was thoroughly expected. Only on HGTV can a whole house be built in 100 days. I’ve learned there are two phases of city inspections...
View ArticleMedical Migration
It all started when our Great Aunt Mary had heart surgery. We were away on vacation when my MIL’s sister had her heart valve replaced by a pig valve at a hospital on Long Island. Her son was an...
View ArticleMatzoh Meetzah
It’s Passover time again. Once we were slaves in Egypt, and once my ancestors were indentured servants to the British Empire. Now my Grands love watching the Great British Baking Show, while Jewish...
View ArticleThe Clash of Generations
Ancestry would like me to think I knew who my Grandmother was – she was born in 1881 in Pennsylvania when her mother was 19 years old. She was the oldest of nine siblings, a relatively small Irish...
View ArticleBuilding a Sandbox
When our children were little, we built them a sandbox in the Berkshires. And when we moved back to NJ, and the Rocker was only 2 years old, Bob got to work building another sandbox with a fort on...
View ArticleDomestic Goddess
It’s day 35 of the Great Government Shutdown. Threatening to be the longest in history, this Senate stalemate hits food assistance programs like SNAP, federal workers including TSA agents, and the...
View ArticleSummer Soup
We’re back to the hazy, hot, and humid South. Southern summer soup! I woke to heavy condensation on our old house windows and the possibility of storms in the afternoon. What surprised me most was the...
View ArticleThe Minneapple
Minnesota, the land of 11,842 lakes. Where the children are all gifted but the lakes don’t freeze over quite so much anymore. When the Flapper was living out her golden years on Lake Minnetonka, I...
View ArticleTis the Season
We’ve had a noteworthy Spring so far in our family and friends network. Aside from the early arrival of our beautiful baby grand girls, there’s been a record number of graduations – the Pumpkin from...
View ArticleSaving Souls
It’s rainy and thundering this morning in Nashville. Can I just say again, I HATE tornado season. But dogs must be walked, so my Grand Dogs just came for a visit. A little rain never stopped me from...
View ArticleWell, Well
When I was in high school in the 60s, we walked out to protest the dress code. The girls wanted their skirts shorter and the boys wanted to wear jeans. This morning the students at Antioch High School...
View ArticleThe Aftermath part 2
I remember when Grandma Ada sat me down at the kitchen table and told me how each and every one of our problems weighs the same exact amount – they are all just as meaningful in the grand scheme of...
View ArticleThe Land of How Many Lakes?
Along with a travel-size tube of lavender lotion, I crafted an eternity pearl necklace for her. Bob and I ordered tennis balls for her temporary/travel walker. Dr Jim arranged for a Fajitas and...
View ArticleMidsummer Mornings
The Groom is out of the garage apartment! He tested positive for Covid after returning from their beach vacation with his family, so the Bride banished him. But today he is free to walk across the...
View ArticleOlympic Dreams
It was forty years ago in LA, the Olympics that is, when we were living in the Berkshires and I was about to give birth to the Rocker. We lived in a farmhouse on the outskirts of a bird sanctuary....
View ArticleDeja Vu Again
Why am I always in the kitchen when momentous things happen? I was prepping for a small dinner party last night, slicing cucumbers and washing berries, when my phone played a series of bells that...
View ArticleNana Camp
There are no day camps this week for the Grands. No sailing, Taylor Swift, or pottery camps. Plus, on July 1, all the brand-spanking-new doctors have started their rounds, and so the Groom has a lot...
View ArticleFrom Soup to Sanity
This has been the winter for strengthening one of my super powers – SOUP! During the pandemic, while Bob honed in on his sourdough bread, I discovered a delicious Asparagus Vegetable Soup recipe...
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