Did you play that game when you were a kid? We usually alternated between Red Light and Mother, May I? on autumn evenings which grew more quickly dark as each day passed. They were fun games to play during times, which I recall as, much more simple than today. No batteries or cords necessary. These … Continue reading Red light, green light, one-two-three
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Labor Day – sunshine and duck butts
After a summer spent working and vacationing, I elected to spend this holiday weekend, quietly at home. Friday night I ate al fresco at The Cheese Traveler, devouring my burger and merely indicating yes or no with the motion of my head. So good! Saturday, following a run, I ate at Mingle's bar very much … Continue reading Labor Day – sunshine and duck butts
7 years without a raise is too long
Those of you who know me are familiar with my tendency to become irritated or even outraged over injustices. When something bothers me, I am inclined to obsess about it or reference it repeatedly to draw attention to it.We're at a moment in time when there are an overwhelming number of things occurring in our … Continue reading 7 years without a raise is too long
Baby, you can drive my car
I bought my first car when I was 20. It was a 1973 Volkswagen wagon, a model in which the engine was still in the rear of the vehicle making the large space under the front hood a deep trunk perfect for road trips. Sadly enough, the powder blue jalopy took me on only a … Continue reading Baby, you can drive my car
Don’t. Stop. Believing.
Every year when it is time to drive west from wherever we happen to be on Cape Cod, I don't want to leave. It doesn't matter how much I miss my own home or that I already have a place booked for the following summer - I don't want my beach time to be finished. … Continue reading Don’t. Stop. Believing.
The speed of sound
One of the things I most miss about being on vacation are the sounds - the remarkable buzz of the hummingbirds, the rhythmic pounding of the waves, the echo of my running feet on the sandy road. Each of those noises reminded me that I no longer was home in the DelSo and I grew … Continue reading The speed of sound
Sipping from Siro’s Cup
Last night I attended my first Saratoga "event," the 21st Annual Newton Plaza Siro’s Cup. I was thoughtfully included in a friend's group and during a very busy week, it was the thing for which I was most excited. What to wear? Could I forsake peer comfort with foot comfort and wear flats? Accessories were … Continue reading Sipping from Siro’s Cup
