Memories in a Box
Devil Dog – 1977 When my granddaughter was born in 2004 I joined the baby paparazzi. I captured every imaginable expression Skylar made and once she started to smile, my camera seemed to deliriously snap away on it’s own. Back…
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.
Fresh Starts
My father-in-law, Charlie used to say that New Year’s Eve is for amateurs. People who rarely go out during the year “doll themselves up” to let loose. “What’s all the fuss about?” he would shrug. “It’s just another day.” Each December…
Rain Woman
All my life I’ve been an idiot savant with dates. For some ridiculous reason if I hear your birthday once, I never forget it. Some call me Rain Woman, although Dustin Hoffman’s bit with the toothpicks is out of my…
Is Writing Obituaries a Dead Art?
I read the obituaries every morning. Unlike the news which is depressing – these half page mini biographies are entertaining – if you read between the lines. After all, it takes a skilled writer to transform an ordinary life to an extraordinary one. My…
Santa Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
My Teeny Tree On our last Christmas in 2005 Jimmy gave in and we got an artificial tree. This was a huge moment for a man who had insisted for 33 years, “If we have a fake tree, what’s next?…
A Psychic in the Family
Several weeks ago, I moseyed into a neighborhood-clothing store for their promotional wine, cheese, fruit and cookies. Who can resist a snack? And, who doesn’t need a new-something-something? God knows how many outfits I ruined trying them on with…
Happiness is Being Able to Write it In My Blog
At The Laughter For Life Club So there I was yesterday driving to Bridgeport, Connecticut singing to the radio and looking forward to a speaking gig at The Laughter for Life Club, also referred to as the Happiness Club. What could…
When Your Daughter Turns 35…
Me and Sky Oh, my…there is no amount of Botox or Restylane or any of the fillers on the market today that will transform me to 45 now that my daughter is 35. Her big mouth gives me away, not…
Are These the ‘Good Old Days?’
As we were raising the kids, I assumed that it was ‘our time’ because the older generation told us so. Yesterday, on Thanksgiving Day, I heard myself parrot this to my Goddaughter, Katharine, who is pregnant with twins. “I’m sure…
Alone Again, Happily…
Friends and family are so concerned about me “being all alone in that big house” that when they visit from out of town they stay with me and willingly give up room service, mints on their pillow and they unselfishly…