There's been a lot of talk about race in our country and its got me thinking about the my own perspective on the relationships between blacks and whites. I was fortunate to have been raised by a woman who did not discriminate between races. My earliest school friendships were with a black girl and a … Continue reading Growing up in black and white
Category: girlhood
49 and hotter than ever!
If by "hot" you mean experiencing hot flashes, that is. Holy perimenopause! Male readers, be warned. This may not be the blog post for you. Unless, of course, you're trying to develop your understanding and empathy for the universe's women. In which case, read on. The move to what I'm considering my third stage of … Continue reading 49 and hotter than ever!
When fights are good memories
I grew up during a time when house parties were the rage. Going out was something rare, but adults gathering for cocktails, pinochle and televised boxing matches was a big part of my childhood. I loved those nights filled with Lipton onion soup mix dip and chips with a side of ginger ale and grown … Continue reading When fights are good memories
Greenwood Lake abbreviated
Before I say another word - a note, know this: I love where I grew up. Greenwood Lake provided me with a foundation - friends, experiences and memories that will reside within me until the day I die. Even after nearly 30 years in Albany, Greenwood Lake is my heart's home. What follows isn't a … Continue reading Greenwood Lake abbreviated
Imagine
Can you believe it has been 35 years since John Lennon was murdered? It just doesn’t seem possible that so many years have passed since the music world lost one of its most influential artists and many of us lost our innocence. I don’t think I’ll ever forget lying in bed that night and hearing … Continue reading Imagine
I didn’t know
The first time I remember wanting to be a runner I was about 12 or 13. It seemed like such a cool thing to do - put your sneakers on and a pair of nylon, fluorescent colored shorts (it was the 80s) and just GO. I was infatuated with the idea, but, as I've come … Continue reading I didn’t know
The beautiful awkwardness of middle school
One of my responsibilities at school is morning hall duty. I generally bring a book to my post at the end of corridor, but often I don't read more than a sentence or two because I am so captivated by the students making their way to their home rooms. They are so incredibly compelling in … Continue reading The beautiful awkwardness of middle school
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