Pushing on a Rope
Family
Still Daddy’s little girl
Can’t help but smile to think of my dad. Mom was the disciplinarian and Dad played less of a heavy at our house … unless you really crossed the line and then, well, look out. His yelling could be heard for miles. He still can yell, but his bombastic voice is simply a match for … Continue reading
No longer in the pink
Wave goodbye to the pink palace. We had a nice run with this sugary color scheme chosen by Catherine several years ago — her first stab at a “big girl” room while in middle school. It was a labor of love, to say the least. Three colors of pink — bubblegum, watermelon and raspberry — … Continue reading
Thrill of victory, agony of the feet
Back from the GOYA Olympics, sunburned, exhausted and a little bummed. (A little reminder: GOYA = Greek Orthodox Youth of America, not the beans.) After a quick win of our first softball game, the Archangels team moved on to the next round where they faced off against some serious teen athletes. In very short order, … Continue reading
Going for the gold
We’re going to the Olympics. No, not the “sponsored by Mastercard, so it’s priceless” kind (although my niece is going to those following her study in France this summer and I am a little envious). Nope, we’re going to the GOYA Olympics (that would be Greek Orthodox Youth of America, not the beans): A couple … Continue reading
Toeing the lines, one blade of grass at a time
Basil is in mourning. The lawn mower died today. Yes, you read that correctly. It was an occasion that required several text-messages to me at work and an immediate trip to the hardware store. Alas, no proper replacement could be found in the short bit of time he had today, but trust me, he’s a … Continue reading
Cutting through the clutter
So the guest today on my friend, Kristen Rzasa‘s radio show at ftns.co, “A Matter of Balance,” was Julie Stobbe, owner of Mind Over Clutter, who was offering tips on how to get organized. It’s a good idea. If you’re organized — if everything has a place and you know were to find things — … Continue reading
Today and every day, Mom’s not the word
Good morning!. Did you get your morning toast in bed? My sister and I used to make quite a production of Mother’s Day tea and toast on the tray table. Mom ate it every year with gusto. I wonder now exactly what she was thinking! I did not get breakfast in bed today, since — … Continue reading
The Circle of Life
Well, everyone is home, back where they belong. Naturally, it’s like they never left. Remember all my hard work last weekend, cleaning up, getting things organized? Well, I’m looking at unpacked luggage, a bunch of souvenirs, several sweatshirts, socks and jackets along with piles of brochures, itineraries and receipts. Sunglasses here. Filched room key there. … Continue reading
When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true
How lucky I was last night: Basil called as the GHS chorus began its medleys of Disney tunes for the park visitors last night and held the phone up so I could hear, too. Even through the crappy phone connection, they sounded terrific threading their way through the first, a 20-minute series of classics — … Continue reading
Jolly Holiday
Ah, Day 4: It has been a cooking, cleaning whirlwind. From the piles on Catherine’s desk, next to her desk and crammed into the bookcase I’ve carted off an armload of teen magazines, last year’s school papers (taken out of the backpack in June and not touched since), and a collection of dried-out lip glosses … Continue reading
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