It’s way more than pink hair. — My grandchildren will never get to know the “cool” me. The one without wrinkles who used to wear a skimpy bikini and watch her boyfriend surf. And afterward drank cheap wine and rolled around in the sand wrapped within her boyfriend’s arms. They’ll never know the girl who smoked weed…

An insider’s look at the ups and downs of caregiving — Let’s discuss the ups and downs of caregiving, shall we? I’m not talking about the intangible rewards of taking care of loved ones. All caregivers know there are up days, when it feels like a blessing to change your mother’s diaper, with the help of air fresheners, gloves, scented wipes…

Are you prepared? — A — The Aggravation that bubbles inside of you when you realize there are too many things that need to get done for that first day of school and not enough hours in which to do them. B — The Books your child was supposed to read over the summer…

Crazy. Words. Every. Where. — Words have been my passion since I was a little girl carrying around my Golden Books. I used to be the driver of those words, in charge of what I read and wrote. Whatever tumbled out of my mouth was derived from my mind. …

And they ride through life together. — “Hey there.” The sultry words were spoken. A flirtatious smile was flashed. An arm was thrust forward, pinning a hot body to the wall. And so it began. A love affair that has lasted over forty years. Through clogged plumbing (both bodily and home-related). Through dozens of financial roller coaster…

Signs are everywhere — In 2020, weeks before the Lockdown, my husband and I survived a head-on collision, with minor injuries. If you call getting slammed in the chest with the airbag as something minor. For months it hurt to move abruptly. Hiccupping felt like a volcano was erupting in my chest. My rib…

Now I know the reason they left me — Dear Janie, I don’t think you ever expected to hear from me again, but I felt compelled to write to you and explain how much you meant to me. My years with you were a difficult time in my life. Thankfully now with WOKE and the changing world, I can…

Remember when watching TV was free? — When using the word stream, one used to think of water. As in fishing or kayaking lazily down a babbling brook. Today, streaming has absolutely nothing to do with water, unless one has a glass at their side while they click on one box after another. This new meaning of…

If only my dad were still alive “Girls, we’re going to the World’s Fair,” my father’s announced, his grin a prototype for the original Smiley Face. “In New York City,” my mother added, clasping her hands. My sister shrugged. I groaned. It was 1964, the summer of my sixteenth year…