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…
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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…
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…
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…