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Buongiorno!

As you may know from my last post, I attended Blogher15. My decision to attend was made a bit more complicated, not only for the reasons I previously discussed, but because the day after the conference ended I was flying off for a 10 day vacation to Italy.  As you can imagine multi-tasking doesn’t work … Continue reading →

The Baguette That Got Away

Originally posted on Crohn's & the Real Girl:
I have a complicated relationship with baguettes. When I was 16, I won this scholarship to study in Paris for a month. Naturally, my diet for the entirety of my stay largely consisted of whole baguettes eaten in one sitting and what can only be described…

Retirement: When To Pull The Trigger?

For as long as I can remember work has been my constant companion. When I was 13 years old I started babysitting. My hourly rate was between .50 and .75 cents an hour, boy was I loaded! I even spent one summer as a mother’s helper at a bungalow colony in the Catskills, affectionately known … Continue reading →

Day 14: Dear Sugar,

Dear Sugar: I’ve been detoxing from you since 1982. You have everyone fooled but I see through you. You are an insidious poison not unlike marijuana or other drugs that have people hoodwinked. Mainstream Americans, politicians, and yes celebrities trick us into believing that fad diets, sugar in the form of carbohydrates and pot are … Continue reading →

Day 10: APT 2F

Apt 2F was home. Running up the all metal staircase with steps resembling raised metal buttons was usually the route we took to our apartment. The clanging sound of our footsteps as our shoes hit the metal treads plays in my mind like an old 45 RPM record. The wait for the small 4 x … Continue reading →

Day 9: The Park

As the trees shed the last vestiges of fall the leaves crumbled underneath their feet as they made their way into Central Park. Arms interlocking they strolled beneath the near naked canopy in search of an empty bench to sit on. The warm fall breeze belied the calendar as November continued to march to its … Continue reading →

Day 8: Death to Adverbs, Really!!!

Big Bertha ripped through the air slicing the ball 45 degrees to the right. The golf ball bounced off of a 100 year old evergreen whose mocking presence hit every self- conscious nerve in my body. Although the lush green rolling hills and carpeted fairways never ceased to calm my very soul, frustration crept up … Continue reading →

Day 7: Until the Very End

As the dusk settled, I leaned over and lovingly patted his gnarled hand. His rheumatoid arthritis had clearly taken a toll on his ability to accomplish even the simplest, every day taken for granted tasks. How I wish I could caress away the pain, hurt, and betrayal of his own body. Hey baby, “how are … Continue reading →