Today’s post is a replay of one I wrote several years ago. I may have said it before, but the sentiment is everlasting: I love you, Mom. I have my mother’s hands. That’s not something I’ve ever taken as a … Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago I took a hike in one of my favorite parks. A bad storm came through the area last summer and the park was closed for several months because of all the trees that were knocked … Continue reading
This post was my Father’s Day gift to my Dad two years ago. It had the honor of being Freshly Pressed and remains one of my (and my readers’) favorites. I love you, Dad!
I have my mother’s hands. That’s not something I’ve ever taken as a compliment – no offense, Mom. Our hands are broad and short-fingered. A network of lines criss-crosses both palm and back. The adjectives “sturdy” and “capable” come to mind when … Continue reading
L’amour, toujour, l’amour. As the French so eloquently and succinctly say, it is all about love. And flirting has long been the delightful prelude to love. In Victorian times, no properly brought up young lady’s education was complete without instruction … Continue reading
I have my mother’s hands. That’s not something I’ve ever taken as a compliment – no offense, Mom.
Looking for a Valentine’s Day gift for that special someone? The Bronx Zoo is once again raising funds for the Wildlife Conservation Society, and you can help. For only $10 you get to name one of the zoo’s 58,000 giant Madagascar hissing cockroaches after your own … Continue reading