Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
Whiplash
Clearly the new normal thing is going to take time to get used to. Co-existing over Catherine’s winter break was like trying to do a dance we didn’t know the steps to. No one was able to teach us either. Now that she’s not quite a grownup, but no longer a kid, it all seems … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — Portrait of the Artist
Wish the photo quality was better, but still can’t resist posting this picture of Catherine on our patio in 2000. She was 4. Life is good when you have your own, appropriately sized, fish-festooned, table and chairs; matching umbrella to shade you from the sun; a full sippy cup and snack; a fresh coloring book ready … Continue reading
Games Grown-ups Play
One of the fun things about having Catherine home for five weeks before spring semester begins at Hofstra is the chance to spend time with her as I go about my usual activities. On Saturday, I coerced her into doing the grocery shopping with me. It wasn’t exactly quality time. My list was long (not … Continue reading
Snow Fun
Growing up, I lived next door to an alcoholic man who shoveled the leaves and raked the snow. (He did some other crazy things, too, but those are stories for another day.) Naturally, his antics provided for a bit of entertaining conversation in our house. This morning, if our neighbors were looking out their windows, … Continue reading
Throwback Thursday — Living it up in 2014
What a year this has been — many firsts and lasts and a whole lot of excitement as Catherine finished high school and started college. Having been accepted at all five schools where she applied, Catherine started the year on a high — and beyond excited to be headed to Hofstra. First she had to … Continue reading
Basil, Terri, and the No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day
Last week, I wrote about a little miscommunication that left me sitting outside a local watering hole waiting to pickup Basil when he already had the other car. Today’s post is a left-handed apology. On Saturday, you see, he had to bail me out. I left to teach Jazzercise at 7:45 am, as I always do, but … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 