Pushing on a Rope
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Still saying ‘I do’
It’s a big day. Twenty years ago today, Basil and I each ran through the pelting raindrops in our special outfits to say “I do.” This is what we looked like then: I don’t know where the time went, or how we managed to hang on in the face of, well, all the crazy things … Continue reading
(Jazzercise) Center of the Universe
What a special treat to start this weekend dancing in a room packed full of people to celebrate the wonderful community my friend, Kristen, has created in Stamford. Yesterday, the Jazzercise center she dreamed and made reality closed. Next week, we’ll start a new chapter, under the auspices of Lori, one of our instructors who … Continue reading
Wave after wave of happy memories
How many things do you have stashed here and there, long forgotten? Here at our house, a never-ending chess game is always in play. I put things where they SHOULD go. Basil rearranges them. I never know where I might find things. This is particularly bothersome in the kitchen, where I want to open the fridge … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — He remembered!
Tuesday was the anniversary of our first date in 1987 and I’m a little ashamed to tell you that at 7:30 am, I was already engrossed in my workday when Basil mentioned it with a cheery “Happy Anniversary” and a kiss. Our 20th wedding anniversary is next month, so I was more than a little … Continue reading
The Graduate
Congratulations to my godson, Dominic, who today graduates from high school and takes that step over the threshold and into the rest of his life. It’s just yesterday that he was in diapers (and so chunky that we joked he looked like Buddha). As you would expect, he is today all grown up. I just … 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
Pushing on a Rope 