At This Stage of the Game
Two years ago I bought the washer and dryer pictured above. Of course, they weren’t sold with the laundry in them. I announced to friends, “This is probably the last washer and dryer I will ever buy!” I didn’t say…
Carol Scibelli: Blog
Thanks for reading! As the years pass since my husband passed (2006) the themes and subjects of my blogs have changed. For new widows and widowers, I think most helpful for you are the blogs I wrote early on...where you are now. Please use the "archive" button to find any and all blogs from "the bad old days..." to relate, find relief and hopefully, a chuckle, too.
Magic Number Six
Son-granddaughter-daughter and some stranger’s back It came as a real surprise to me that so many of you wrote to ask about our family trip to Puerto Rico. I was touched as I read your e-mails, but I stopped at…
Deadline
Some may say having a puppet show with your toes is a waste of time I leaned closer to the mirror and smiled. My teeth are so big. Is that chocolate? When did I have chocolate? I’d better brush again… That…
Adventure Kills Grandmother
Why isn’t she screaming? My grown son, daughter and eight-year-old granddaughter and me are off to Puerto Rico tomorrow. We’re going this week because it’s President’s week. My daughter felt it was necessary to travel on the most expensive and ridiculously crowded…
Valentine’s Day from Another Dimension
Jamaica High School Prom 1968 It would have been nice to write about a new valentine here, but just ‘nice’…not necessary – not for 2012, anyway. Who knows who and what next year will bring and I’m looking forward to…
Book Report: “Going Solo” by Eric Klinenberg
I learned in Mr. Klinenberg’s latest book Going Solo:The Extraordinary Rise and Surprising Appeal of Living Alone hot off The Penguin Press presses, that in 1950, the year I was born, only 22% of American adults were single. Today, that percentage is 50% and…
My Smart Phone is Smarter than Me
There I was in my beauty salon where I spend so much time I should not only look a whole lot better, but they ought to name a sink after me when I realized I forgot to make a dinner…
Hey, Mom – It Snowed Last Night!
I love waking up to snow. It’s like a big event occurred while I was in a coma. Now, I’m conscious and perhaps I’ve missed a season. Maybe, I’d better check the date on that newspaper that’s wrapped in orange…
“I Can’t Complain”
January 2011 Lately in response to my just to be polite, “How are you?” I hear “I can’t complain.” Then they add, “What’s the point? Who will listen, anyway?” baiting me to lie and jump in with “No, no…I’ll listen. I care.” I did care a smidge before…
Flying Solo
Chocolate Pizza at Max Brenner NYC The idea of dating again has crept into my consciousness possibly spurred on by a friend who lovingly said, “You’re not getting any younger you know.” For decades, I was married and I defined…