I did something a little crazy this month…. Continue reading
A Lesson in Patience
Living in northern New Jersey, about a minute outside of Manhattan, I always find myself honking my horn, sometimes yelling out the window at someone. I’m always in a rush in my business. And so is everyone around me. Deals … Continue reading
Childless in Suburbia
Anyone who has read my journey knows that my husband and I have tried and failed to have children. We’re at peace with it now; the more we tried, the more unhappy we both were. The less we tried, the … Continue reading
Eating Disorder
Solid. Heavy. Chunky. Thick. Robust. Words that were meant to sound cute in describing a nine year old. But it wasn’t cute. I wasn’t cute. It still isn’t cute. And at thirty seven, I still get some occasional commentary. … Continue reading
Life Lessons
As a teenager, I was always told that if I wanted a car and weekly acrylic nail fill ins, I would need a job. And so, when I was about fifteen, I got a job working at the local curtain … Continue reading
Don’t you (forget about me) -1985
September 1985. First day of first grade. Continue reading
A true Kodak moment
I broke one of my own rules this past weekend. And a hermit crab probably died because of it. I’m not a big picture taker. I’m a firm believer in living in the moment rather than capturing the moment. Since … Continue reading
Will you teach your daughters to treat people the way you treated me?
Awkward. I was always awkward as a kid. I felt awkward, I spoke awkward and looked awkward, or at least this was how I continually perceived myself. And when you feel a certain way and believe you are a certain … Continue reading
Having It All. And Then Some.
I recently read an article that outlined the five things everyone wants in life Family Money Sleep Fitness Friends The article said I could only pick three of those things. Just three and no more. I took this article to … Continue reading
Annie
Today marks the eight year anniversary of the death of my Grandmother, Annie. Of course, she wasn’t born Annie. She was born Antoinetta Molinaro, in a small village called Ischitella on the Adriatic Coast of Italy. Somehow in 1920, her … Continue reading