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 …
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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, …
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 …
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 …
No one said it would be easy. But no one said it would be this hard either. And no one could predict the length of time this formidable opponent would linger in our lives. Battling through these unprecedented times, I learned to cherish and embrace the Covid Containment time with my adult children. Yet here we are, a month shy of two full years of the Covid-19 Pandemic infiltrating our day-to-day existence in ways we did not anticipate. As a …
A funny thing happened on my way to the mall. Well, truthfully, it all unfolded when I actually got into the mall, but I was harboring my angst the entire 7.5-mile drive. I am not sure what I was most anxious about, parking, shopping, or the entire outing. But I persevered and ended up with a story. First, I do not make a habit of going to the mall unless out of real necessity. So for me to meander to …
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/
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 …
