When I was little my uncle George (who always gave very unique gifts) gave my brother and me some really cool kaleidoscopes for Christmas. I spent the entire trip back from their house in Jersey twisting the lens and making new designs with the tiny flecks of plastic inside. I would pass it to my …Read More
Archive | Compromise
Things Are Not Always As They Appear
The ripples of the August heat rise off the road, visually blurring the traffic lined up in front of me as we wait in the New Jersey Shore traffic. I am feeling claustrophobic, boxed in by cars on all sides. I have my window open – air surfing – you know – where you make …Read More
The Love Of The Fight And The Need To Be Right
I can vividly recall my childhood visits to my grandparent’s house in the small coastal town of Sea Girt, New Jersey. We’d arrive to the aroma of her homemade clam chowder simmering along with the hint of sweet vanilla lingering in the air as her creamy cheesecake cooled in the counter. There was art everywhere …Read More
The Ripple Effect
When I was a girl, I loved to play at my best friend’s house. She had this awesome farm on seemingly endless acres along with a pond and a nearby stream where we would spend the majority of our time skipping stones. We’d gather a bunch of rocks and stand by the edge of the …Read More
It’s No Sacrifice
Whenever someone jams on the brakes in traffic, my husband instinctively reaches across my body, shielding me from any possible harm. I swear, he would jump into a raging fire for me or our girls…sacrificing himself. It’s pure love and entirely selfless. I like knowing that my partner would do that for me as I …Read More
Infertile Myrtle
I tried to occupy myself with packing, but my mind kept turning back to the clock and the phone. We were awaiting the call from our fertility doctor, letting us know if the years we spent in grueling, humiliating, disruptive (not to mention financially draining) treatments had finally resulted in a pregnancy. Time was crawling. …Read More
Seasons Change
It’s early February in snowy, icy, and blustery Eastern Pennsylvania where we experience all four seasons in their full glory. February is the armpit of months here. It is the month I find myself thinking that our retirement to the ocean is way too long to wait. I really want to run today, but the …Read More