Why is it you can look at a place one time and know without a doubt it is your new home but you can live somewhere for years and not be able to choose a paint color for a room?
My DNA Breakdown: 3% Tastykake
Depending on where you’re from, you may not have heard of Tastykake, a line of snack foods founded in 1914 in Philadelphia. Click here for their website. I grew up on these products and one of the last things my mom wanted before she died was a box of their Powdered Sugar…
For Our Aching, Broken Hearts
Today while out for my walk I listened to Howard Stern interview Miley Cyrus. I danced to her father’s Achy Breaky Heart at my wedding so I am not exactly her demographic. But I have changed my opinion of many celebrities as a result of Stern’s discussion with them. And I…
A Declaration Of Love
I recently visited the Museum of the American Revolution in Philadelphia. I am a huge lover of American history and was excited when the museum opened a few months ago and couldn’t wait to visit. Although you can easily discover the contents of its collection online, I believe that my going into…
Twenty-Five Years Of Spray
The traditional gift for a 25th wedding anniversary is silver, just like the color of our hair after a quarter of a century of wedded bliss. Today is that milestone for my husband and me and we really can’t believe it. We both remember October 3, 1992 like it was yesterday…
What Happened In Vegas . . .
. . . cannot stay in Vegas. It happened to us all. Like many homes across our country, Sundays are about numbers: our fantasy and favorite NFL teams. We are glued to the TV, our devices, willing our players to put points on the scoreboard. A mere six hours after…
She Might As Well Have Taken My Temperature Rectally
In a doctor’s exam room a nurse takes my vitals and reviews my medical history. My vision comes up and I recite the facts as if they were just another position on my resume during a job interview. Then this: Nurse: “How do you get around?” Me: “I can walk pretty well…
I Can’t Always See What They’re Saying
When my nana began to lose her hearing, I was in my thirties. My mom and I discussed it a lot, how when the family got together my nana would smile and nod her head but it was evident that she was missing a lot of the conversation. I would…