Cutting Back on the Christmas Wow Factor
I keep having this nagging feeling that I’ve forgotten something — something that would need to be wrapped by Thursday night. How can it be that my Christmas shopping took me exactly one trip to Target and a few clicks of my mouse? What — or who — am I forgetting?
In the Back of Her Closet
I’m convinced that my mother has a secret compartment in the back of her closet that opens to a room filled with filing cabinets. There, men in visors type feverishly on old fashioned typewriters until my mother appears at the back of her closet to make a request for, say, a brochure from her 2006 trip [...]
It's The River, Bro!
By the time Bruce Springsteen sang it to us live at Madison Square Garden last night, it had become a not-so-private joke between us. So when Bruce sang the opening lines to “Out in the Street,” my brother, Scott, and I laughed and high-fived each other, acknowledging that it was the perfect ending to a [...]
And on the Bongos, My Mother?
I am still recuperating from my Kiss Cancer Goodbye fundraiser and remission party held here in Kinnelon, NJ, on Friday night. (Note to my oncologist: Warn your patients not to dance barefoot at their remission parties. I still can’t feel my toes.) I’m going to extend the celebration a little longer by going to the [...]
Boy or Girl? I Just Wanted a Libra.
So, Happy Birthday to my boy-in-a-hurry. Happy Birthday to my Libra.
The Family that Shoots Together
When my mom took this photo of her children, son-in-law and grandchildren at a paintball shooting range, she joked, “That’s my Christmas card, right there.” Well, okay, Mom…
