40 years and memory is what is left. Mementos are gone, save the baby scissors and the brownie pan, items with which to bury me. If I wanted to be buried. More likely, they’ll both eventually be scrap metal, tossed along with most of the other stuff in my life, save the couple of things… Continue reading Memory

As I often do, today I thought of my parents, long gone but still a significant part of my life, their values instilled in me as part of a safe and loving upbringing. My parents were forward thinking. In some ways. They were both well-educated professionals who served during WWII, products of their time and… Continue reading There is tomorrow

Toddlers are about 75 percent emotion I think. And without words to truly express those emotions, and without fear of showing their vulnerability, tantrums, crying, laughter, and hitting all abound.  My brother in law suggested that this would be a fun way to go through life. When you’re hungry, cry. Walk in to a bar,… Continue reading Love like a toddler

We just got back from a week at the beach in the Outer Banks, a place we’ve visited almost annually for the past 20 plus years. It was different this year, just our immediate family and even then, we were missing our youngest who had to stay home and work. Everywhere we went inspired memories… Continue reading Dunkin

I wrote this two years ago as my mother’s hundredth birthday approached. This year, perhaps more than most years, I have felt deeply my mother’s absence, a physical ache in my heart. I’m the same age now as she was when we lost her, and I am living the wonder of grandparenthood, a joy she… Continue reading As it happens…