September 4th. It’s my dad’s birthday. Maybe it means breakfast for dinner, maybe a black and white cookie, or an Entenmann’s cake, or donuts. Maybe I will eat pretzels and watch a Cyd Charisse movie, or Bridge on the River Kwai. I will kiss my mom and text my siblings. We will all think aboutContinue reading “Donuts and Pretzels”
Tag Archives: Memories
Short People
At birth, I weighed in at 5 pounds, little. Considering my mom smoked until she was pregnant (stopping while pregnant—ahead of her time), my dad smoked nonstop and had daily evening cocktails (note the plural), and my mom gained a total of 15 pounds (as directed by her male doctor, as were all women atContinue reading “Short People”
A Moment Captured
Have you ever looked at a picture and been transported right back into that very moment. A moment of fear…those rollercoaster ride shots where your kid is completely terrified while you sit next to them smiling; a moment sadness…the shots you took with your terminally ill dad, on the last “celebration” together, eyes filled withContinue reading “A Moment Captured”
A Sprinkle of Summer
A Sprinkle of Summer As the school year ends with a fizzle…kids have been home since March, bedtimes are already pushing the limit, there is joyous squealing from neighborhood backyards at 11pm… I think about my summers. Fire Island, The Douglaston Club. The Dock. Skateboarding down the hill. Straight down the hill. Giving up skateboardingContinue reading “A Sprinkle of Summer”
Who Are We?
Who Are We? Today FB memories informed me that over the years on June 12th I have… experienced my son’s last day of HS and his prom, had a very bad case of poison ivy, mourned for Orlando, and submerged my iPhone in water. The best memory was from ten years ago today…when we wentContinue reading “Who Are We?”
The Other
The Other Taking a risk here, I expect backlash because that is how it goes these days. We forget that we all have experiences that are valid, we all have opinions. If you don’t like mine, feel free to create a blog, I will read it and respect your willingness to be exposed and trueContinue reading “The Other”
Hair
Hair: Swoon 54 I am half Armenian. I was born bald with a full set of thick arched eyebrows. It took me a while to grow hair on my head, but once I did…impressive. By nineteen I could grow a mustache faster than my boyfriend, like I said, I am half Armenian. I was alsoContinue reading “Hair”
Swooning 