Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
There’s the rub
Given how my week started — finally finding my birth mother after 5+ years of searching, speaking to her and seeing a picture of her all in the space of three days — you’d think not much could surprise me. Enter my friend Kristen. As I was heading in to teach at the Jazzercise Center … Continue reading
Eye, eye ma’am
This story is bound to get progressively funnier — to someone anyway. It seems the time has come — can I get a drum roll? — for progressive lenses. In a few more days, I will no longer have to play that weird game with my glasses so I can read a book, newspaper or … Continue reading
Found at last!
It’s her! It’s her! It’s her! As most of you know, I’m rarely speechless. Almost never without a smart remark to widely share. But I am tonight. I can’t think straight except to know I finally found my birth mother, Patricia Clark. A call tonight with a relative of hers confirmed what I hoped was … Continue reading
Let the college search officially begin!
College kickoff night at Greenwich High last night. We and a bunch of other families with juniors packed ourselves, sardine-like, into the media center, trying to breath through the overheated air perfumed with all manner of lotions, shampoos, cologne and dinner aromas. Before the heat overtook me (seriously board of ed, we could save a … Continue reading
Garbage in, garbage out
Try, as you read this, not to hate me. I know many of you got sparkly, shiny gifts these past few weeks — presents maybe in tiny blue boxes — but I’m betting none of you came home from work tonight to find this: Yup. It’s a new kitchen garbage can. I’ll wait while you … Continue reading
To infinity and beyond: One man’s journey through the honey-do list
Although Catherine and I made efforts to return to our routines on Wednesday, Basil had the remainder of this week off. (Yes, we envied him, especially as he continued to snore while we left the house each morning.) I had to laugh each night when I got home and he detailed the things he’d been … Continue reading
Jammin’ in my jammies
It’s true I’m trying a resolution or two in 2013, but one thing will certainly not change: I will continue to embarrass Catherine (recognizing that this is often an innate talent of mine. No effort required). And there’s no better time than the present. We offered a special Pajama Party Jazzercise class today at the … Continue reading
2012, we bid you a quiet adieu
I know you’ll be envious of my New Year’s Eve plans. Believe me, I’m not trying to gloat, but I’m betting very few of you are being treated to the year-end excitement I am tonight. Our evening started about 4:30, dropping Catherine at a friend’s house party. Then we got our own party started with … Continue reading
New year, new me
Are you making any resolutions? I used to. Back when I was a kid, I regularly resolved to be better about listening to my parents (probably lasted about a day) be nicer to my sister (might have lasted an hour) exercise (maybe took two long walks? How ironic that I am now a fitness instructor!) … Continue reading
You gotta get up and try, try, try
We enjoyed a belated holiday celebration last night with our former neighbors. Now that we don’t see them over the fence or at the front door each day, it’s a great treat to spend time with them, see how big the kids are getting, hear the crazy things they say, see the youngest one (conceived … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 