Pushing on a Rope
Holidays
Wordless Wednesday — Frozen
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Remembering Christmases past
There she is, in all her glory: This year’s Christmas tree is dressed at last. As crazy as it is to get everything done this time of year, decorating the tree is great fun and a welcome walk down memory lane. I don’t do the tinsel and garland my mother used to arrange so … Continue reading
A word from the Peanuts gallery
I fret a lot about aging. There’s a lot of white hair. And wrinkles. And drooping. And that’s just above the neck. I have to do that thing where I perch my glasses on the tip of my nose to see better (no, it doesn’t also help me hear better). I spend a lot of … Continue reading
Merry Christmas!
Wishing you all peace, joy and a little spontaneous laughter, today and every day. Merry Christmas!
Going out on a limb for Christmas
Trimming the tree is therapeutic this year. It’s taking a long time — our crazy schedule means decorating piecemeal, and there’s a hidden blessing in that: There’s more time for reflection than in years past when the tree was dressed in the time it took “It’s a Wonderful Life” and a couple of Bing Crosby CDs to finish … Continue reading
Just roll with it, baby
For a brief time today, I was sure I could do almost anything. Tim Roberts has that effect on a girl. He’s an amazing choreographer and dance teacher, and we were lucky to have him visit us at Jazzercise of Southwestern Connecticut for a hip-hop class that we turned into a holiday celebration. In just … Continue reading
Talkin’ turkey
The annual week’s worth of cooking madness is about to begin. I’ve got my spatula ready. How about you? Compared to a lot of folks (like a fellow Jazzercise instructor who’s expecting 40 guests), my turkey madness is pretty tame, a far cry from the annual food orgy I grew up with. When I was … Continue reading
Midlife confessions
Before we get to know each other a little more — before you spend even one more minute reading this blog, it’s important that you know something about me: I am embarrassing. There. I said it. It apparently runs in the family. My mom tells a hysterical story (she always tells things better) about the … Continue reading
