It was like a slow-moving storm that began creeping around my consciousness the week before Mother’s Day. I felt irritable, tired and was probably a tad b—– (it rhymes with “witchy”). I’m usually in tune with my emotions, but this time I was stymied.
I was chatting long-distance with a gal-pal who moved out of state after her husband died. She is currently dating the “man of her dreams” and quite intoxicated with endorphins, serotonin and dopamine, aka the feel-good hormones. READ
For the first time in my life (yes, it’s possible), I decided to take a winter vacation in Florida. I know the “snow birds” do it regularly. But as for me, and as weird as it sounds, I don’t mind the winter months. READ
They say every picture tells a story. Last month, I flew to California to attend my son Jeff’s marriage to the lovely Cassandra. Before the wedding, the bride and groom assembled a beautiful photo display portraying their lives so far. READ
Before I worked full-time, I attended church regularly on Thursday mornings. About six years ago, I spotted a gal who looked vaguely familiar sitting a couple of pews ahead of me. When it was time to exchange the peace, she turned around and faced me. READ
At one time or another we’ve all stamped our feet and cried out to the universe: “It’s not fair!” Tantrum? Of course, because in reality whatever caused our pain wasn’t fair — but who says life is always fair? What screws us up the most is the story in our heads of how things should be. READ
Did you ever walk away from a conversation scratching your head, mumbling: “What exactly did she mean by that?”
“I’ve Got a Secret” was a panel game show that was popular when I was a kid. I watched it with my grandparents, who hailed from Italy but yearned to be “Americana.” For them it was a must-see; for me it was Grandma’s homemade pizza that I was after.