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Beach attire
I’m not sure when my mother and her family stopped wearing bathing suits at the beach or if they ever did. My only memories of my mother from my childhood have her dressed in long pants; a long...
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My life is so bad, yours looks good
It was said long before I had any health issues. My friend Linda had cut or burned her hand badly and her doctor gave her painkillers. Her husband, Chuck, had a bit of an addiction problem and...
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The dust bunnies ran but the memories stayed.
In two weeks it will be 34 years since I moved to Manhattan. Yes, the sound of that hurts me between the eyes too. Good God, it’s been THAT LONG. Still, I’ve been thinking about it. Probable...
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Sometimes, the name really doesn’t matter.
My mother was the 5th child born to a pair of Swiss Immigrants in the 1930’s. It was the depth of the depression when she was conceived and a new baby was the last thing this family needed. Already...
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Memories of measured time.
The summer of 2010 was one of the hottest and personally cruelest in memory. Hundreds or maybe thousands of cicadas droned on in the heat with a high-pitched buzz that burrowed into my brain. The hum...
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An Anniversary
Today marks 2 years since my mother’s death. My grief has settled in somewhere deep in my heart. For the last few days I’ve been remembering the events that led to her passing. September 10 was the...
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Christmas thoughts and resolutions
On the Saturday before Christmas I told Colleen I had Christmas spirit like none I’ve had before. I felt present and at peace with the world around me accepting all the imperfections it had to offer....
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The long way home….
Yesterday, I took the long way home through the winding paths of Central Park. Beauty took me uptown. My hair, to be exact, was the reason and when I escaped with my new “do” I debated for a few...
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What will next week bring?
Energy wise, I’d say this was a week to remember. It started with Chinese New Year on Sunday. Then we had a day of excess, Fat Tuesday, followed immediately with reflection of soul on Ash Wednesday....
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Mother’s Day
I love empty bird nests. There is a still beauty about them when you find them whole at the end of the season. Colleen has the one pictured above in her foyer. It sits on a shelf almost blending...
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You are my sunshine….
I can still hear my mother, “White, I want white flowers. Nothing colorful. This is a good white.” She was pointing to a bouquet of flowers I had brought her. “Memorize this color white.” I’m not...
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Postcards from my past
I’m never really sure when to count my “cancerversary” and the moment I was free of it. Is it the lumpectomy or the mastectomy date? I usually go with the date of the lumpectomy probably because it...
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Leave a message after the tone
My mother’s voice is still alive on my answering machine. Mae, this is just Mom. I woke up from a sleep and I just thought I’d call you. That’s OK. We’ll talk tomorrow. I had a pretty rough day. OK. …...
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Summer fun
My mother was born August 15 and as a child we’d celebrate the day by going to the ocean. We lived on the North Shore of Long Island with the Long Island Sound a quick drive from our home. …...
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Dead wood
I spent Labor Day cleaning. Well, not exactly cleaning as much as tossing and shredding. The vaccume has yet to hit the floor for the final sweep. I’m still in the dust production stage of this...
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