“Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.” Emily Dickinson We visited the Amalfi Coast on our honeymoon twenty-five years ago. One distinct memory was the colorful tiles which hung aside the front door of each hillside dwelling displaying the home’s number. Each different in theme and no doubt chosen to reflect the personality of the resident. TheContinue reading “Nature’s Door”
My father always instilled a strong work ethic in me and my three sisters. I never lacked for a job whether it be putting on a marionette show for a birthday party when I was twelve or waitressing at Rosie O’Grady’s in New York City during college break. My fourteen year old son recently asked me for some ideasContinue reading “Memories of a Popover Girl”
If there was a word that existed to describe the opposite of a hoarder, that would describe my mother.
Day One – Torture. It is nearing lunchtime and I am missing my daily fix. Surely I can make it till dinner. Or can I? Day Two – I am ashamed to say that I broke down and drove past the store, but success! did not enter, just circled, three times… Day Three – TheContinue reading “The Soup Thief”
Dear Liam, I always believe you were meant to be a diver. I remember the night I entered your room and glanced in at you sleeping peacefully in your crib. Unlike other babies sleeping on their back, side or stomach you were folded over completely, legs straight in front of you, forehead resting on yourContinue reading ““We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun…” A Farewell to Diving”
I never believed it could happen in real life. That Sunday cartoon snippet showing a woman standing on a chair emitting a high pitched scream as a mouse scampers across her shiny, linoleum kitchen floor. And then one morning after moving from New York City to Connecticut, life imitated art as I found myself faceContinue reading “To Catch a Mouse”
Fall leaves fall, die flowers away, Lengthen night and shorten day, Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the Autumn tree… Emily Jane Bronte
An oldie but goodie. While shopping yesterday, I passed a short, blue dress hanging enticingly in a store front window. Beckoning. Reblogging for all to enjoy…one of my favorite stories.
“And all at once, summer collapsed into Fall.” Oscar Wilde