When my grandson, Nicholas, was 19 years old, the family was at our home for our annual Chrismukkah holiday party. We were sitting on the couch discussing the ways in which different people celebrate this winter holiday when Nicholas asked, “Granny Lyn, am I Jewish?” Some Family History “Not exactly,” […]
Linda Miller
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Almost three years into COVID, and here I am infected. For over two years, I have been so careful. But on Sunday, October 2 (almost three weeks ago), I was at my brother’s unveiling. It was a rainy, chilly morning. I can’t say I was surprised when I awoke on […]
O.M.G.How can it be,you’re turning eighty? Seems like yesterdaywe were girls at play,so care-free and gay. Where did the years go?When old we did grow?I just don’t know. But here we be.It’s plain to see:Grandmas to plenty. I love our journey.You and me!Wouldn’t change a thing. Here we be,You and me! […]
The phone rang at 8:30 that morning. “Lin, I’m so sorry. My battery’s dead. You’ll have to drive,” my sister said, her voice quivering with distress. “No worries. I’ll pick you up,” I said, even though I really didn’t want to drive since my cataract surgery was still a week […]
I hate shopping.My back and feet hurt;big department stores with so many floors.Young stylesmisses stylesbright colorsmuted shades.Too much to chooseboggles the brain. Laura said once,“Mom, let’s go shopping. I’ll help.”So, my daughter picked me upin her jeep, top down,drove us to the mall.We walked with purposeto the place she picked.“Mom, […]
Learning to Learn “Learn something today.” This is the first thing I think of when I think about my dad. Every day, as my siblings and I would leave for school, he would say these words. And the thing is, he meant it. Each night as we sat around the […]
Even though the Baltimore Orioles have been struggling, my husband, Stuart, and I have been diehard fans even before we met. We’ve been there through the happy times (think Cal Ripkin era) and the very unhappy times like the past five years. Twenty years ago, we purchased four Sunday season […]
I awake with a start. Disoriented, I look for the clock. It’s not there. I shake my head for clarity and realize I’m on the couch. Did I fall asleep, and Laura came in too quietly? What time is it? I stumble to the kitchen and squint at the clock—3:30. […]
For thirty years,maybe more, I’ve been writingpoems galore. I wrote of how we metby chance and later of ourKitchen Dance. I wrote you are my“Better Half” you see, bringing out theBest of Me. I asked one time“Who am I to be loved by sucha special guy?” I wrote of travelsand […]