That Friday, that black, black Friday hadn’t started out that way.  We were released from the Kent Place School early that day at 1:30 pm, as we always were on Fridays. I took the long way home from school through downtown Summit, N.J. because it was such a beautiful day.  I… Read full post »

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When I told my friend that I had saved all of the letters I had received since 1964, she complimented me, “…having the forethought to save all of the letters throughout the years is simply brilliant.”

I would love to… Read full post »

Not really so long ago, maybe 10 years or so, my mother said to me, “We were having a party at the Spring Lake house, and I was walking from the garage apartment to the house bringing more food from the refrigerator out there and came… Read full post »

Time is relative when you are underwater. As I begin my assent to the surface of this blog, I realize that an entire year has come and gone. My Mother and I are not getting any younger, therefore, I have decided to wade through her letters to Paul, my Step-Father,… Read full post »

So now it is bedtime and I am just getting started in writing tonight. I know that this is dangerous because tomorrow morning when NPR wakes me up I am not going to be happy about it, but I have made a commitment to myself to jump onto this bandwagon, so… Read full post »

I'm sticking my toe into the blog water. Maybe I will fall in. I am a good swimmer; I should be able to handle this. It's just strange to put it out there, like the first day of summer in your new bathing suit after being clothed from head to… Read full post »