Being a woman of a certain age has many advantages. The freedom to be yourself without the worry or care of those nagging voices of public opinion; kids finally on their own, gainfully employed and able to take care of themselves; no more tuition payments, no more pregnancy scares and the ability to go and … Continue reading
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Pickleball??? What the Heck is Pickleball?
I’ve never considered myself an athlete. Growing up in the 50’s and 60’s most cool girls did not “do” sports. It would never have dawned on me to ask my father, who was an avid golfer, if he would teach me how to play and I’m just as sure it never occurred to him either. … Continue reading
Glamping, Here I Come…. Well, Maybe!
Last summer, I’ve shared with you my previous escapade as a first time RV’er in the camper my husband suddenly “sprung” on me. To say, at the time, I was under enthused was an understatement but as we know, the universe has a sense of humor. For some unearthly reason, I find myself suddenly … Continue reading
It’s Hard to Say Good-Bye
“I feel like an orphan” my sister-in-law tearfully shared with me shortly after the death of her mother. “I know that sounds ridiculous as I am 52 years old, married and with a family of my own. I sympathetically commiserated with her, believing from the depth of my being that I felt her pain. I … Continue reading
The Gathering
Another holiday, another family get together. Mother Nature was triumphant in all of her glory. The panoramic breathtaking New York skyline served as a picture perfect backdrop to a splendid day. As I looked around the table I could not contain my pride as I observed the animated and engaged faces of my adult children … Continue reading
NOT AGAIN!
Knowing that it was “spring ahead” time in a few weeks began a slow, creeping adrenaline rush that radiated from the core of my being. Having spent the winter months of January and February in sunny Florida renewed my spirit and lulled me into a false sense of summer. Returning to New York, at the … Continue reading
The Porsche
Thirty four years ago, almost to the day, my brother Gregory died. Without preliminary warning, apologies or compassion, death has a way of enveloping even the strongest and most stoic among us while bringing us crashing to our knees. The most vivid of my childhood memories seems to be during the time we lived in … Continue reading
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