If you have grown children, nostalgia has a way of slipping in every now and then, miraculously transporting you back to the days you can barely remember, like the first moment of your child’s life. Remember it – when your baby made its grand entrance amidst the outcries and exclamations? When he/she took a first… Continue reading Baby, Oh Baby
It’s a cool December day, but thankfully, the clouds are few and the sun is bright. Long gone are the sweltering days of summer; Christmas 2018 is fast approaching, and with just a few weeks left to prepare, I find myself surprisingly astonished by how quickly another year has passed. It’s that time again… Continue reading The Gift
Minimize – isn’t that the mantra of our day. We need to minimize the amount of “stuff” we have in our lives. We accumulate material things, filling our homes with things that are completely unnecessary…right? We are shamed for collecting, shamed for connecting to things. I am in complete agreement that buying things you really don’t… Continue reading Clutter comfort
I am a huge dreamer, and when I say dreamer, I mean I have very vivid dreams every night. Some are inspired by television and movies, others by events in my life; some have apparent meaning and others apparently no meaning at all. Some are remorseful, some nostalgic, and some can be very violent. Sometimes… Continue reading Wake-up call
Children are king when it comes to being imaginative. Their minds are designed for creativity; effortlessly conjuring up stories and scenarios. Remember when you were young, sixth grade and younger – do you remember the purity of play? I recently watched a great movie on Netflix called, “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society”,… Continue reading The purity of play
When I was in grade school, sleepovers were king; a gathering of best friends for an evening of eating, giggling, and staying up all night – it was a sure-fire memory maker. I can faintly recall the excitement; packing my clothes, possibly a swimsuit and towel, sleeping bag and pillow, and probably a birthday gift… Continue reading When I was…
We have a friendly pair of bar stools waiting for us at the end of each week. We have selectively weaned out those stools in our favorite watering holes that do not offer us optimum space, premium access to the bartender, and the most satisfying ambience. Of course, we can adjust if need be, but… Continue reading Bar stool anthology
