If you read me, and I certainly hope you do, you already know I confess to being a girly-girl. I can’t throw a ball and really… why should I? I love the smell of lipstick, the feel of cashmere, and the sounds of a cooing baby. I cannot answer any Jeopardy sports questions-ever. I know the name of 1 team; the NY Mets. I want them to win every game they will ever play now and forever, not because I know their stats or the rules of baseball, but because I’m from Queens. Girly-girls are loyal.Read More
One More Thing Before I Go
Last spring when the scent of lilacs followed me from the backyard into my kitchen, I thought of my mother’s distant cousin and her daughters, who, like my lilacs, visited yearly when the earth warmed and the days grew longer. I pictured us all in idyllic memories of jump rope games and playing with dolls. But, except for MaryAnn, the littlest daughter, I could not remember their names.
A few years ago, I could have called my mother. She would have teased me for my forgetfulness, asked what I was making for dinner (there was never a phone conversation where we didn’t talk about food) and repeated her mother-to-daughter mantra, “When are you coming over?” We would have shared stories of those long-ago days before hanging-up and re-joining our lives. But my mother has passed on and while the images of our family lingers-the details are lost. I write One more thing before I go, my living record for my son, in hope that one day, when he has a question I can no longer answer, it can be found in this blog.
I’m a big fan of first dates; when everything you say is cute and funny and everything your date does is equally wonderful. If only the magic could last forever. Happily, it can in Red Sky. Here’s my early Valentine’s gift to you; the first date in Alice Again.Read More