Last month I wrote an article to honor my parents as they celebrated 60 years of marriage. This month the parenting site Grown and Flown has honored me by publishing this heartfelt story. https://grownandflown.com/60th-wedding-anniversary/
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Okay, Mothers, one of our favorite holidays is around the corner, and it will be one more holiday spent in isolation during quarantine. However, if you are fortunate like me, it will be the first time in several years when my offspring will be celebrating at home. Fantastic! And with that, Happy Mother’s Day to all! It is truly one of the two days all year when I take ‘a pass,’ meaning I excuse myself from typical stay-at-home mom duties …
I dedicate this rant to my Sarasota Sister who unknowingly inspired me to write this humorous piece. The power of friendship knows no distance. So…today I wake up at a reasonable hour, skulk around in my PJ’s for a bit wondering what to attack first on this glorious sunny day as we close out the second month of quarantine. But the more I ponder my options, the more I squander my time. Snap out of it! I take to the …
First in a series on how we might find ourselves surviving the early portion of the Pandemic and our quarantined lives. Oh, the irony of it all! For years I have struggled to find Time; Free Time, More Time, Me Time. And now, I have nothing but Time. Time to squander, Time to sleep, Time to organize, Time to purge. There is so much Time, in fact, that often I end up wasting it, which seems a crime. Then I …
I venture out of the house timidly these days, as if I expect a warzone to appear around the corner as I head down the street and out of my neighborhood. Anxiety levels are raised, the silence is deafening, and am I’m slightly getting caught up in all of it. Nothing surprises me these days. Still, I refuse to panic, to give in completely to the pandemic; I vow to go forward. This change in our culture started a few …
This is my “Sorry, Not Sorry” story, and I’m not sorry for writing it. As women, we apologize. Constantly. For things we do that are benign and for things that really are not our fault. Bumping into someone in the grocery store. Accidentally cutting in front of someone while lost in your own thoughts while meandering through the mall. Crossing the street when it is your right of way, but the driver still cuts you off. However, it is never …
In the absence of words, there is Silence, the true unspoken language In the absence of words, there is nothing Time stops. Ideas are lost. A bond is broken. Temporary? A mental block, a mental note. A revelation...and so... She sat down today to write a letter she never wrote. She sat down today to be heard but only Silence answered Her mind awhirl, her heart a flutter, the words failed her And of Silence there was more She sat …
What do you do when a random person on the street asks you for help? It’s a loaded question with no right or wrong response, but as an average citizen minding your own business when approached by a stranger, how do you react? It’s easy to turn away, ignoring the person, pretending you didn’t hear them. But it’s also difficult to turn away, ignoring their plight and what it is they really might need. I must appear as a sympathetic …
Here is a story revolving around a soccer game. It is also a story that mentions my soccer playing son. However, it is in fact a story about neither soccer nor my son. It is a story about being in the wrong place at the right time. Or perhaps it is a story about being in the right place at the wrong time. Either way, as with many things in life, timing is everything, and the way the events fell …
Who says ‘women-of-a-certain-age’ shouldn’t dance? Well, probably most people, starting with our children and spouses, then quickly moving to strangers who witness the act of attempted dancing in public places, and most definitely the young, beautiful people who the world belongs to these days. And they could be right. But that didn’t stop us. We proved everyone wrong over the weekend, returning to our humble beginnings – college – where we refused to be judged and danced the day away …
