Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
More wrinkles in time
It’s tough, but I’ve managed to make peace with the growing crop of white hair on my head, with the fact that I’m ready for bed earlier and earlier, and that I need progressive lenses. Hell, I’m even (almost) over the fact that my bras now require “age-defying lift.” But every time I think I’ve … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — The Cat’s Meow
This was not the photo I had in mind for this week. But it’s the one I found flipping through the wonderful albums my mother painstakingly created for me. And I could not resist. I hadn’t thought about this picture in ages. It makes me smile every time I look at it. It’s me, probably … Continue reading
The Staff of Life
It’s Band Night in Port Chester. I’m here in Old Greenwich, fresh from a killer body sculpting workout I’m sure to feel tomorrow, but my heart is on that football field. The field where I spent too many frosty early mornings to count practicing with numb fingers and sneakers soaked with the morning dew. Where … Continue reading
Recipes for failure
I was “Chopped” in my own kitchen today. Back-to-back baking disasters unlike I’ve had in a long, long time. Usually, I can whip up sweets in my sleep. Not today. Everything I touched was far less than palate-pleasing. Of course I was rushing, multitasking, racing to get back to that (I only wish it was) … Continue reading
Flashback Friday: The Roar of the Greasepaint, the Smell of the Crowd
Catherine’s concert this week got me thinking: She comes by those vocal chops naturally (click at the end of this post for another song from Wednesday’s concert). By the time I was her age, I had been singing my way through life — church choir, school chorus, school plays, driving my mother crazy around the … Continue reading
Can you hear the people sing?
Pops concert last night — the last choral concert of this school year and a treat as always. I never cease to be amazed at the talent the kids have or how well they perform under the hot lights in all those layers of polyester. There was a lovely send-off for the seniors, which I … Continue reading
Birthday wishes
Happy Birthday to my mother-in-law, Dena. A lady never tells her age, so I won’t divulge it here, but I will share this photo of her as a teenager, which never fails to make me smile. I don’t know exactly how old she is here (Basil thinks she may be 16 or 17, as old … Continue reading
At our expense
It’s happening. Junior year isn’t quite over and already we’re hurtling into senior year. Friday’s email stream brought a note from the Greenwich High activities lady: Catherine has three weeks to schedule her senior portrait, which will be taken during one of two weeks over the summer. EEK! We were just walking her to the … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — Let the Summer Fun Begin
It remains damp and chilly here in the Northeast despite a weather tease earlier this week that had us thinking about installing the window air conditioner in Catherine’s bedroom upstairs. It rained overnight, and the skies remain threatening. In fact, it looks like a washout until Memorial Day on Monday. Still, I’m trying to look … Continue reading
My eureka moment
My epiphanies are few and far between, but following yesterday’s post, about Basil’s ongoing transition to the world of (semi)retirement while I continue to toil in the salt mines, I had a big AHA moment. The post elicited quite a few comments and offers of help (Truthfully, I’m not sure if these folks are trying … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 