My dad came from a very difficult family, and he himself was not easy to please. I was born when he was 40 and I guess times were different. I know he loved me, but feeling someone loves you is different but almost more important than knowing. We were living […]
Relationships
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Though my mother was an extremely critical person, there’s no debate that she loved her children and wanted only the best for them. I didn’t know that most moms give many hugs and kisses to their children, especially when they’re little. But I didn’t miss the fact that we never […]
Rough white foam spewed outfrom underneath the bottom of the tour boat, as we rode out to seaone sunny evening,in Lewes, Delaware,two best friends fromour class of ’71 at Pikesville High. Reconnecting with one anotherafter 50 years flew by,faster than lightening, reliving precious memories of Junior and Senior proms,cutting class for the […]
Who Am I to be Loved by You?* I was just an ordinary womanwho’d made myriad mistakes.Then came that fateful nightwhen, it seems, I came awake. We gathered in that cozy loftin a Howard County church.You were the wittiest person thereand caused my heart to lurch. I was just an […]
Women — we need our girlfriends. Whether biological or not, girlfriends are an essential part of our lives. My first girlfriend My first girlfriend was Roberta. I was 4½ years old and it was my first day of school — Bais Yaakov kindergarten. This was my first experience being away […]
Kitchen Dance I’ve been waiting for the disaster:14 weeks?14 months?14 years? Now that would be nice. I read a poem about a manwho shared the kitchen with his wife as they prepared pretty meals each day.Now she is gone.His days are grayas he fixes his food without her;his summers slipped into […]
This past week has been filled with anticipation and excitement. My dearest friend of 65 years is coming to Florida for a couple of weeks. This will be the first time since the loss of her husband that we will be spending time together as we did when we were […]
My grandmother’s black Singer sewing machine was set up in what we affectionately called “the little room”. As a young girl, I loved to hear the whir of the machine as Grandma wound the bobbins, readying them for her next projects. Grandma was a very practical woman. Every yard of […]