The Death Of The Fox Inn was built in 1727 in Clarksboro, New Jersey. Its name came from what it did: provide drink and sustenance to members of the Gloucester Fox Hunting Club after their hunts. Founded in 1766 by a group of Philadelphia gentlemen as a coffeehouse, it was…
Piper is a rock star when it comes to keeping his feathers in good condition. Sure, we give him a shower each week, “Wet Wednesdays” (not that kind of website, people), but Piper spends a good part of his day preening the feathers all over his body. He is so…
You know how it’s often the little things, the small moments, that mean the most? As my husband and I waited for winter to end and our spring vacation to arrive, we began to take day trips from home, exploring places up to two hours away that we have never…
When I broke my ankle in three places 25 years ago, requiring three surgeries, it was a difficult time. Titanium parts were implanted, they remain to this day. For years I carried a 4” x 6” photo of my ankle x-ray in an envelope when I went to an airport,…
Sitting in a chair out of the way in the Eyewear Department at Costco, I waited for my husband to find new frames he liked. Although I can’t really see his face, I am able to take photos of the options he selected for both of us to look at…
Driving through the town of Mullica Hill, New Jersey, I noticed two structures of the same height side by side. With my visual impairment, I am not always sure what I am seeing. “Was that the Twin Towers?,” I asked my husband. “I didn’t see it,” he replied as he…
Drowned rat? Porcupine? A fire-breathing dragon? No, it’s a conure after his weekly shower, sporting his springtime pin feathers as new plumage grows in. It’s an itchy, slightly uncomfortable, tiring process for my little man. While he natures, I nurture, giving him extra cuddle time and reminding myself not to…
J, my thoughtful and supportive friend of over 30 years (we met on the playground, of course, ahem), sent me a New York Times story about packing using the 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Method. J knows of my great disdain for packing but my love of travel; she sent…
While having a very late lunch at an Italian restaurant during a day trip, two older women sat at the table next to my husband and me. One had her back to me, the other her side. Their table was tucked in the corner, above them was a television set…
Stopping at a candy store I had read about online, Damask Candies in Swedesboro, New Jersey, my husband and I selected a few chocolate treats to take home. The smell inside the shop was divine, the greatest advertising campaign there ever was. Given that it was a few weeks before…
