Tag Archives: family
Happy Valentines Day
Valentine’s Day—a day devoted to purchasing flowers, candy and jewelry and maybe something a little naughty for your significant other. Many folks feel it’s overrated as a holiday. It’s too commercialized, and benefits only the florists and candy makers, … Continue reading
Memories
Fleeting snippets of events, memories, have flashed through my mind of late. Most of these memories make me smile, or remind me of the love I have for the people who are important in … Continue reading
Hair
Hair! We fuss with it, wash it, brush it, comb it, oil it, gel it, curl it, straighten it, color it, cut it, complain about it, and even lose it. My mother had thick, black, luxurious hair. When … Continue reading
Christmas Joy?
Christmas is upon us—again. I’m trying, God knows, to feel the Christmas spirit, but it is eluding me. I want desperately to celebrate and enjoy the holiday season and all of its trappings: glittery ornaments, happy songs, gifts, Christmas trees, … Continue reading
Snowstorm !
Readers of this blog know by now that I am a native of Buffalo, New York. Yes, the Buffalo that made headlines last week for a monster snowstorm that buried parts of the region in up to 7 feet … Continue reading
My Love Affair
I have had a love affair with the beach since –well, my earliest memory. The sound of the surf as it rolls onto the shore is a comfort to me. The sand between my toes and the fresh, salt … Continue reading
Going AWOL
My dog, Sparkle, went AWOL a few nights ago. She’s back home where she belongs now, and I’m being vigilant about making sure I know where she is at all times. Here is the (almost) tragic tale. It was … Continue reading
I Turned Around
I turned around and my daughter was leaving home for college. She was eighteen, a pretty, raven haired girl. We packed her stuff (there was a lot of it) into her red car and our car, too, and … Continue reading
A Taste of Home
I think everyone who moves away from home nostalgically remembers foods they loved and can’t get anymore. New Yorkers wax poetically about bagels, pizza and well, just about everything else. Those of us from Buffalo have a soft place in … Continue reading
Then Our Eyes Met…
My husband had beautiful green-brown hazel eyes. They were, other than his thick, wavy, auburn tinged brown hair, his best feature. When he annoyed me (too many times to count), he’d look at me, eyes all innocent. “Don’t give me … Continue reading