Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
Flashback Friday — First, Let me Take a Selfie
Today, selfies are all the rage, but Catherine didn’t wait for smartphones to be invented to start taking hers. Flashback to 2002 and one of Catherine’s first selfies. The camera was old-school. She couldn’t see her work until the CVS photo booth people worked their magic. No matter. She was in love with the camera even … Continue reading
You think there are characters at your office?
Working from home has some great perks, but it can be a little lonely. Fortunately, I have neighbors who try to help in that regard. No, I don’t mean the two strangers who have shown up at my door with offbeat questions (one barged her way in to my living room, looking for a friend … Continue reading
Dancing Queen
A brief tribute today to my friend Pina, who will hang up her sneakers today after 13 years of teaching Jazzercise. Our little stage in Stamford, CT, won’t be the same without her beautiful smile, upbeat attitude, terrific energy and amazing shimmy. When I first started taking Jazzercise classes 8 1/2 years ago, I went … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — Tanks for the Memories
Flashback 16 years to 1998. This was the scene outside our house: After months of searching for a place we liked and could afford on combined journalist’s and postal supervisor’s salaries, after crunching numbers, saying goodbye to eating out and other luxuries, we were ready to move into our first house. Catherine was almost 3, … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — Otherwise Engaged
Flashback 21 years, many permanent waves and one unfortunate choice of eyeglass frames to February 1993. These pictures were a surprise — taken by John, a former co-worker of Basil’s who is also the brother of Ann, one of the women I played in the Port Chester High School band with. I met Ann at the … Continue reading
Zombie Apocalypse , College Parent Edition
Overnight, I was elected to a new society of parents I didn’t realize existed. If there is a special name for us, I’m not yet privy to it, yet I can pick out others of our ilk at just a glance. We are the exhausted, beleaguered, at-the-end-of-our ropes parents of incoming college freshmen, and like gazelles … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 