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I cried last night. I was preparing a picture collage for my aunt’s 90th birthday, and while this in and of itself is cause for celebration, I cried while creating this masterpiece for what it represented beyond a milestone birthday. The pictures did not include images of myself but represented the adult life of my aunt as I remember it. Beautiful pictures, some black and white, some with a person’s head chopped out of the frame, some with family members …
When I woke up this morning to a light coat of snow outlining the trees and roads, I was reminded of a simpler time in my life. A happier time, I suppose. I was remembering snow days, and I remember them fondly. Both my childhood and my children’s childhood. They were magical days full of endless possibilities whether the magic took place indoors or outdoors. Yes, it was a day to reflect because time seemed to stand still amid the …
Yes, dear readers, you heard that right. After close to twenty years of coloring and styling my hair, my hairdresser made me cry. I have sat in her chair countless times for many occasions; monthly cut and color, graduations, just-because-it’s-a-Friday blowouts. But never before has my hairdresser made me cry. Truth be told, it was not her fault. I brought a bunch of baggage with me to the salon that day. I was sitting on a time bomb of emotions, …
Listen, friends. My mom is cooler than your mom, and I am here to prove it. This isn’t a challenge. It is a fact, so game on. Sure, we all feel that way about our mothers; proud, protective, possessive. We have learned our best qualities from them, naturally, whether it be working, baking, or friend-making. They have their strengths, and in turn, they passed them on to us. I mean, hey, these octogenarians taught us how to be moms, so …
This article appeared in last week’s MainLine Neighbors’ weekly online newsletter. I am reposting it here because people often ask where I get ideas for my articles. Read below to find out…Dedicating this to Coach B because he asks all the hard questions. FINDING INSPIRATION…ON THE MAIN LINE Readers, friends, and followers often ask where I get ideas for my articles. BY JACKIE Share Hello Neighbor! Readers, friends, and followers often ask where I get ideas for my articles. I typically …
While we may not be ready for our kids to head back to school just yet, my heart goes out to those who are either eagerly or anxiously anticipating the start of middle school. Those formidable years when you are not a kid anymore yet you are not quite an adult either. A bit early to be considered a tweener but oh-so anxious to enter the next phase of life. While middle school is arguably one of the most challenging …
Summer 2023 Edition As the summer sadly comes to a close, I once again shuffle through the remnants from the bottom of my beach bag. Alas, this is what I find in this bottomless bag: the obligatory, almost-empty sunscreen bottle, the sticky popsicle wrapper left over from a refreshing treat, seashells crumbled into broken pieces, and sand, sand, everywhere. But the best finds are what come from the bottom of my beach bag, well-worn pages of new favorite books waiting …
I am a gym rat, through and through. I am all in for the endorphin rush, the building of muscle mass and bone density, especially at my age. And, I thrive on the competition within myself as I strive to be better, faster, stronger. Typically, I go about my workout quietly, albeit sweaty, just minding my own business. In my mind, I am keeping up with the 40-somethings at the gym…until I realized, in fact, I am not. The realization …
I have failed at several things in my life: making the cheerleading squad in high school, playing the political game in jobs I held early in my career, my marriage, to name a few. But, I have to say, I have never felt more disappointed in myself than in my efforts to attempt Dry January this year. Epic failure. Like, barely made it out of the gate, fell flat on my face failure. I am the poster child for How …
