Memorial Day And The Official Start of Summer

This year, like many others, I am awaiting Memorial Day and the official start of Summer with the unvarnished enthusiasm of a child–new beach towels, chairs dusted off in the garage, all for the Saturday that would be the portal for 16 weeks or so at the beach....

The Place Where Dreams Come True

When my husband and I were first married, we were unsure as to where we wanted to live–I was from Long Island and he was from Brooklyn, but we arrived at a common goal, we would love to live in New York. Later, after kids, we would move out to Long Island or New...

Easter Delivery

I was twelve years old–the “space between”, uncomfortable in my own skin, deeply passionate about most everything, sensitive to a fault. It was the fall of my first year of junior high and for me, middle school carried a hope of a brighter day. I noticed bright...

Requiem for the Living

Introitus I had gotten an oil change–one of those chores that I resent doing on a weekend, but derive so much satisfaction from when it is done, when my sister called.  “Brandywine called. Mom fell. They have taken her to the hospital. Did they call you?” I...

I Was So Tired

I was tired. I was bone tired. I was the kind of tired that results in blinks lasting about three seconds longer than they should after 8 pm. The cause of this fatigue is the perfect storm of life–a new job with a fun, fast pace and a really long commute, the...