This morning as I was wiping the crumbs from the counter for the ten millionth time, it occurred to me, “Why am I doing this? We’ll have lunch in a few hours, and it will be exactly the same as it is now!”. Reluctantly, I kept wiping, knowing that if I began thinking like that, … Read more
I was born a “people pleaser”. My mom says that, even when I was a baby, I was a “pleasant” baby. I tried not to make a fuss. Didn’t want to rock the boat. I can still remember when my mother was shampooing my hair and the soap got in my eyes, I would suck … Read more
For as long as I can remember, music has had a profound effect on me. It was my comforter when I was sad, my companion when I was lonely, my protector when I was scared, my cheerleader when I was unsure of myself. I sang to myself constantly as a child. It was so second-nature that … Read more
Dear Reader, I sometimes think I was born in the wrong century. Domestic bliss comes naturally to me. Career (at least with a Capital C) does not. The rest of the day will be devoted to laundry. Ho-hum, you say? Well, yes, I suppose, in a way. But it’s Labor Day, and what else can … Read more
In these turbulent times, when there is so much political discord and the noise level from our TVs, radios, Internet and print has reached staggering proportions, you might find – as I do – that it is important, maybe even crucial, that you take some time off from the cacophony and clear, or at least … Read more
I have a problem. Here I am, a grown-ass woman, with all the advantages that I could wish for – a great marriage, a nice home, friends, and neighbors who care, a wonderful family. As I count my many blessings, I feel embarrassed to say so, but there is one vital thing that I sorely … Read more
It started out innocently enough. Back in the early ‘90s, when I was working as a legal secretary, I was dragged kicking and screaming to the cutting edge of technology. I was telecommuting – a big deal, back then. Taking transcription in the comfort of my own home (most days, in my ‘jammies!) At that … Read more
The other day, for the first time in a couple of years, I took out our wedding album and leafed through the pictures. There was the happy, handsome groom and the smiling, pretty bride. We were years younger then. Time goes by so quickly, sometimes it seems it’s just a blur: We-got-married-on-a-sunday-and-then-it-was-monday-and-christmas-came-and-now-it’sfifteen-twenty-thirty-years-later! What happened? It’s … Read more
