Tag: family

  • A Proud Cat Lady Confesses

    A Proud Cat Lady Confesses

    I grew up a cat girl.  I don’t remember NOT having a cat roam around my house. Cats birthed kittens and my family often kept one or two of the offspring. Our cats ran free outside, never confined indoors. Black was the most prevalent color, Midnight an example of an appropriate name for one of…

  • Musings on Becoming Irrelevant 

    Musings on Becoming Irrelevant 

    My Florida family rented a home in my resort community for two weeks. Teenagers now, the grandkids’ are immersed in their generational lifestyle. Friends rule. Family time is enjoyed until teen goings-on beckon. Their parents’ lifestyle is not a lot different than their kids. With friends who live in the Northeast, a shore vacation offers…

  • Retired Once Again and Pondering a Universal Question

    Retired Once Again and Pondering a Universal Question

    I have retired. Again. Not from paid employment, but from a part-time volunteer job. A couple of years before Covid our town sponsored a Farmers Market. Less than 20 vendors signed up and braved the unknown retail environment. This summer over 60 vendors fill a church parking lot every Friday morning. A waiting list of…

  • A Memorable Library Visit, Thank You Grandkids 

    A Memorable Library Visit, Thank You Grandkids 

    One of the pleasures of grandparenthood is chauffeuring the grandkids near and far. We live a thousand miles from our progeny, so visits are spread out and therefore special. At times simple missions produce unforeseen outcomes. My granddaughter skipped over to the children’s room, chose half a dozen books, dumped them in my lap, and…

  • Moving Mom Déjà vu 

    Moving Mom Déjà vu 

    Fourteen years ago Mom moved from the home she lived in for 50 years to a condo in a 55+ apartment house. She adjusted well. Her friends and activities were within an easy driving distance, and my sister and I felt comfortable with her in a secure environment. Two years ago Mom reluctantly gave up…

  • Memories of a Manhattan Christmas

    Memories of a Manhattan Christmas

    My childhood Christmas memories center on my aunt and uncle’s Manhattan apartment, overflowing with relatives, holiday trappings, and delicious food. But before the festivities began, my family had to travel to Manhattan. We lived on Long Island, normally an hour’s drive from Manhattan. Nothing was normal about driving on Christmas Day. New York City roads…

  • All in the Family Changing Christmas Traditions

    All in the Family Changing Christmas Traditions

    The holidays conjure up memories of celebrations past – good ones, some not so positive, others we prefer to forget. This particular memory should most likely be left behind. The phone rang one December evening.  “Hi, can I talk to Stevie?” I recognized my brother-in-law Will’s voice and began to search the house for my…

  • Long Day’s Journey through the Night

    Long Day’s Journey through the Night

    The holiday season stirs memories of seasons past. This is a story of one holiday trip my family experienced years ago. Disclaimer: No apologies if family and friends who accompanied me on this journey challenge my version of events. Hour 1 Christmas vacation offered a perfect time to visit aging relatives and younger cousins in…

  • Every Year Older But Not Wiser

    Every Year Older But Not Wiser

    By the time my birthday arrived each year, school was out. No cupcakes for my elementary school class, no ribbon corsages in junior high, no friends to celebrate with as they scattered…somewhere. June birthdays are often relegated to second-tier status, shoved to the background, subordinate to end-of-school events, graduations, weddings, and the onset of summer…

  • Bye Bye Amusement Parks

    Bye Bye Amusement Parks

    Summer is chock full of activities and experiences synonymous with heat, ice cream, water, lazy days, playdays, vacay days, outdoorsy days, and amusement parks. I discovered this week that I reached a new milestone in aging: I am too old for amusement parks. Early one evening my son, his wife, 7-year-old daughter Lila, and I…