My mother, a splendid cook and never one for following a recipe, on Sundays only, always prepared a roast. Whether it was the traditional roast beef or a succulent loin of pork I recall the aroma as if it were yesterday. The evening always began pleasantly, peacefully, as my family sat around the dining roomContinue reading “Please Mom, May I’ve Some More?”
I am still learning about men. I was one of four daughters, attended all girl catholic schools my entire life, never knew what a jock strap looked like, have no idea how to change a tire and never experienced the bright stadium lights at a night-time football game. My father did put up a basketball hoopContinue reading “In the Company of Women”
While talking to my friend one morning, I heard the distinctive sound of a child’s heavy breathing from the upstairs extension. “Is someone there?” Silence. “Can you please hang up? I am using the phone.” I hear an abrupt click followed by fleeing footsteps and the slam of a bedroom door. The culprit was noContinue reading “Spare The Phone”
Pulling into my driveway late one afternoon, my eyes fell upon a dark sedan sitting idly. Unable to recognize a face through the tinted windows and noting a New Jersey plate, a state from which I knew no one, a slight feeling of unease ensued. And then as if in slow motion, a window wentContinue reading “Screwdriver Parties”
If there was a word that existed to describe the opposite of a hoarder, that would describe my mother.
He left us yesterday. My twelve-year-old son’s best friend. It was not unexpected, yet we were not really ready to say goodbye as we stood in his driveway that balmy September afternoon. He was to attend a therapeutic boarding school in the rocky mountains of Colorado, for the next two years. A school that specializedContinue reading “Gregory’s Goodbye”
Originally posted on Rocky Parenting:
Every Autumn since I moved to Connecticut twelve years ago, I enjoy a Halloween ritual that is yet to grow old. The haunted hayride at Stew Leonard’s. Participants young and old, board a tractor amid bales of hay and are transported through an underground cavernous world of eerie ghoulish figures, though this year a tribute to…