You Get What You Pay For

Re-sharing an old story I wrote about the iconic Ryan McFadden’s, midtown. Now shuttered holding only memories. Best times ever.

The Gift That Keeps on Giving

We have all been there. Being presented with the dreaded fruit cake during holiday gift giving. This Christmas Eve it was my turn. And so I sat with a frozen smile as my mother-in-law proudly bestowed the brilliant golden box before me. My three sisters moved their chairs closer and looked on with feigned interest

The Soup Thief

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 – The

To Catch a Mouse

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 face

Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge Week 26 – 2015 Flip Flop Flower Pot Stands

    Stopping by the supermarket yesterday I breezed past the various outdoor flowers and plants ubiquitous this time of year. My eyes fell upon a lovely, light pink rose-bush which I imagined would look pretty on my doorstep but it was the new item “standing” next to it that caused me to pause.  Flip Flop planters! Three words immediately came to

Call Me Ishmael

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/call-me-ishmael/ Standing amid the neon lights of our town’s Memorial Day fair, I spotted a small tow headed figure in the distance, waving furiously to me with one hand while clutching something I could not quite make out in the other. As he approached, I spotted a small plastic bag held tightly in his fist

The Crockpot

I should have gone with the pot roast.  A traditional, home spun, simple recipe. A crowd pleaser.  But rather, I chose what I imagined a more elegant entrée for the upcoming dinner I would be preparing for my husband’s brother and new girlfriend.  “Slow cooked Halibut,” was the name the recipe book had dubbed it.

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge

  RED HEAD In his prime, over  fifteen years ago, “Red Head” as we affectionately named him, was a full-bodied hand puppet I purchased in New York City’s Grand Central Station.  His oddness beckoned me from the window of a toy store and I stopped in to take a closer look.  He was clad in overalls and a gingham checkered shirt making

Death By Windex

If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I am doomed. I love my husband and generally wish him no harm. But lately, I am getting tired of his accusations involving his lunch which I painstakingly make for him each morning to bring to work. He says it tastes like Windex. No,

In the Company of Women

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 hoop