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A word about occupational hazards
I’ve written before about my occupational hazards. Four years after leaving the newsroom, I’m still copy-editing every bit of writing that crosses my field of vision, and I’m still thinking up story ideas. Two years since becoming a Jazzercise instructor in my spare time, I’m listening to music in a whole different way – counting … Continue reading
A whole different ball game
Church league volleyball game today, but like so much of life, it didn’t turn out as planned. The Archangels girls got to Bridgeport on time, warmed up with their Holy Trinity counterparts and waited. And waited. And then waited some more. The ref didn’t show. Rather than squander the opportunity, though, both sides agreed to … Continue reading
I can see clearly now
Ahem. Drum roll please. I’m now a proud resigned wearer of progressive lenses. And son of a gun if I can’t actually see! I haven’t done that stupid game of pushing glasses down my nose or up on my head since Wednesday night when I picked these up. And while I haven’t tried to teach … Continue reading
Where in the world is Basil?
Some of you read my weekend post, which featured a very silly picture of Basil doing a handstand next to the Nantucket Light on our honeymoon. The photo tickled me no end; I’d forgotten about its existence until I stumbled on it during a trip through old albums. But it didn’t make me laugh nearly … Continue reading
I’m not hanging out my shingle
Nearly everyone around me is coughing, hacking, coping with runny noses and sore throats, battling the flu or a stomach bug. And where once I would have been a lemming for fear of standing out, these days, I am my own person. And it seems I have shingles. Not the kind on the roof, although … Continue reading
You light up my life
Some bloggers run photo posts titled Wordless Wednesday or Flashback Thursday. Today I present my own trip down memory lane. Once you get a look at it, you’ll understand why this post couldn’t wait until Wednesday. And also why there are few words to be said about this image. Except to note that this is … Continue reading
There’s the rub
Given how my week started — finally finding my birth mother after 5+ years of searching, speaking to her and seeing a picture of her all in the space of three days — you’d think not much could surprise me. Enter my friend Kristen. As I was heading in to teach at the Jazzercise Center … Continue reading
Eye, eye ma’am
This story is bound to get progressively funnier — to someone anyway. It seems the time has come — can I get a drum roll? — for progressive lenses. In a few more days, I will no longer have to play that weird game with my glasses so I can read a book, newspaper or … Continue reading
Found at last!
It’s her! It’s her! It’s her! As most of you know, I’m rarely speechless. Almost never without a smart remark to widely share. But I am tonight. I can’t think straight except to know I finally found my birth mother, Patricia Clark. A call tonight with a relative of hers confirmed what I hoped was … Continue reading
Let the college search officially begin!
College kickoff night at Greenwich High last night. We and a bunch of other families with juniors packed ourselves, sardine-like, into the media center, trying to breath through the overheated air perfumed with all manner of lotions, shampoos, cologne and dinner aromas. Before the heat overtook me (seriously board of ed, we could save a … Continue reading
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