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Terri S. Vanech

Wife, mother, communications specialist, Jazzercise instructor and recently reunited adoptee. I'm living out loud -- and trying to make it all work -- in midlife. Having a sense of humor sure helps.
Terri S. Vanech has written 1227 posts for Pushing on a Rope

Wordless Wednesday — Up on the Roof

Wordless Wednesday — Play Misty For Me

The Secret of the Hidden Staircase

File this under: You can’t make this stuff up. Yesterday, just as we put our coats on and were heading out to run yet another errand, a stranger appeared on our doorstep. He introduced himself as “Don.” He lives in Maryland, he explained, but was in Connecticut for a funeral. His wife grew up in our … Continue reading

Flashback Friday — California Dreamin’

Digging around for a picture to run this morning, I stumbled on this one of Basil, from January 1988. We were in California after Christmas to visit a childhood friend and her husband who — still  — live in Burbank. They were kind enough to show us the sights, take us to Universal Pictures so … Continue reading

Wordless Wednesday — Last Gasp (We Hope)

Flashback Friday — Happy Birthday, Dad

Today is Dad’s birthday, so the weekly flashback is dedicated to him. Just a few glimpses of years past, like this one of him with me and my sister, Traci, in 1969 (I’m the one at right, age 3 here). And this one of him dancing with Mom at my wedding in 1993. And of … Continue reading

Wordless Wednesday — Snow Words Needed

Flashback Friday — Get Your Head in the Game

Catherine is now officially a member of the Hofstra University Women’s Rugby Club, so I’m flashing back to her brief forays into athletic activity. She comes by her middling athletic ability honestly, inheriting my DNA and not her father’s in this case, but our church athletic activities did get her off the couch a bit — … Continue reading

Wordless Wednesday — Cold as Ice

Games college freshmen play

Parenting is full of surprises, some of them more pleasant than others, but one of the great joy lies in watching your child come into her own. Now that Catherine is in college, Basil and I are treated fairly often to glimpses of the person she is, the grownup she’s becoming. We sometimes look at each … Continue reading