Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
A sure-fire cure for spring fever
Ah, spring! How wonderful to feel the warm sunshine and balmy breeze, see the spring bulbs blooming and the trees in bud. Like just about everyone else in the neighborhood, we celebrated the change of season last weekend by getting outdoors — albeit briefly. And as liberating as it was to shed some layers of … Continue reading
Moving violation
Dear Jackass Who Sideswiped my Car: Really?! Seriously?! Judging by the size and depth of the paint lines you left on the passenger door, there is no way you did this without realizing. And honestly, if I wanted white stripes, I would have gone for a much more professional design. But my car is not … Continue reading
To every seasoning, a repurpose
Finally! A “Chopped” I can REALLY relate to. Tonight’s mystery baskets are full of leftovers! So far, the appetizer round’s mandatory ingredients included leftover pizza and beer (plus graffiti eggplant and prunes). I practically had to check the fridge to make sure we weren’t burgled while we were at work today. I usually eat my … Continue reading
Have you hugged your mailman today?
Saturday afternoon brought a milestone moment — the passing of an era, even. Basil invited me down to the landmark Greenwich Post Office building on Greenwich Avenue for one last peek before the whole operation was moved up the street to more modern digs. The USPS‘s financial troubles forced the sale of the 1917 neoclassical … Continue reading
Wrinkles … and time
Apparently, it’s official: I’m old. Time magazine thinks so. Within days of my birthday a few weeks ago, they sent me a note in the mail, asking me to renew my subscription. For the senior citizen rate. Catherine danced around the house fairly crowing: “It’s because you’re old.” Remember my trip to the eye doctor … Continue reading
The naked truth about my body of work
My friend, Kristen, wrote a terrific blog post today that had me smiling, nodding my head and even laughing out loud. It was about her recent trip to the spa and how it had her baring more than her soul — a very uncomfortable prospect even for someone as fit and beautiful as she is. … Continue reading
End of innocence
This is not a post about coming of age, but rather the passage of time and how it steals our youthfulness. Tonight on the way home, as my heart was singing the TGIF song and I was checking the grocery list in my mind, I glanced to the right while stopped at a traffic light and … Continue reading
Lessons in stress relief from an unlikely source
I got the biggest kick out of a toddler in church yesterday. She was about 3, dressed in a beautiful ivory dress trimmed with satin ribbons and seed pearls, crinoline underneath so it stuck out just so. An ivory sweater and tights and shiny black Mary Janes completed the ensemble. Her mother had pulled the girl’s … Continue reading
In the eye of the beholder — or not
Basil and I had a cultural experience last weekend, or as I prefer to think of it: An Hour of My LIfe I’ll Never Get Back. He’s something of a Groupon and Living Social junkie lately, getting us deals on restaurant meals and deli orders. Always very proud of himself. This time, he had a … Continue reading
Friends to the end
A friend’s Sunday morning blog post has had me thinking. In Gold, Celia wrote — quite eloquently — about the power of friendship, about the twists and turns friendships take over time. In the past 24 hours, I’ve had the good fortune to live what her blog post highlights and reflect a bit, too — … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 