Category: Life

I first met Rick at the New Jersey shore point my mom and I frequented, not long after I obtained my driver’s license. Every summer until her death in 2012, we would go stay at the beach for five days at a time, three times each summer, as well as…

As the people in our lives pass away or we part ways, portions of our past go with them. Everyone in my family is gone, I am not in contact with anyone from my childhood. The person in my current life whom I have known the longest is my hair…

I have slept in the same bed for 36 years. I purchased it with a dresser, bureau, living room set and dining room table with 4 chairs in 1988 when I moved out of my parents’ home and into my first apartment. A few years later, I would meet my…

We have all heard that when someone’s time on this earth is in peril, their life can flash before their eyes. I’m guessing that when the term “life” is used, it encompasses the good, the bad and the in-between. There is a fun way to see just the good in…

Our home was built in 1906. We have lived here 31 years, recently completing a multi-year renovation, as I wrote about in “Restored.” As we brought our ole girl back to life, we couldn’t help but wonder about her inhabitants throughout the years. In the 86 years prior to us…

I recently reached a milestone that I share with you not to toot my own horn but to encourage you to get involved in the causes that resonate with you. The first company I worked for after I graduated held an American Red Cross blood drive at our office location….

Among my grandmother’s costume jewelry of pearls, pins and clip-on earrings (she was mortified when I got my ears pierced in junior high), I found a bank envelope folded over, rubber banded, with “Cameo” written on it in her cursive writing. It is a different motif than we are accustomed…

In a fairly empty bin in the attic, amidst yearbooks and old job mementos, is my Girl Scout sash, adorned with pins and badges I earned over 40 years ago. I don’t use Braille but the round discs with a sewn graphic allowed me to trace the raised icons to…

My mom died five months before my vision loss. She always wanted her ashes to go to her beloved New Jersey beach. She and I were the best of friends, traveling to this coastal town many times together for over 30 years. She died at home. I leave there that…

I am not a child. I do not have a child. I do not have a grandchild. And yet I recently visited the Please Touch Museum in Philadelphia, a collection of interactive exhibits encouraging, no, demanding, that children explore and learn.  The reason for my visit was to view artifacts…