Did I ever tell you about my dad’s mom? She was one tough lady (and her sister made her look like the softy of the two). My dad was the eldest of three boys. My Irish grandfather was a cop in Brooklyn. Back in the days where the cops did what they wanted. (you can’t… Continue reading T’was the Night Before Thanksgiving
A few summers ago I sat on the beach in Montauk with Bev. Her girls hesitated at the thought of going into the ocean as the waves came crashing in one after another. My son, who is their age (but slightly bigger), said, “I’ll go with you…” and they tentatively followed him. We watched from… Continue reading Do you know who you are? I know who I am.
Did I ever tell you how I met Mike? I don’t think I did. I lived way in the sticks at the time (upstate–Adirondack area) and we had few shopping options. I went into one of the only stores in my town that sold clothing. They sold Frye leather boots, steel-toed work boots, Carhartts, hunting camo,… Continue reading Being Rescued
Over the summer I went out with some guy. It was one time, I didn’t really want to even go, but he kept texting, it was a gorgeous day, I was alone, and he had a motorcycle. Did you hear me? He had a motorcycle. So–I went. The ride out east was amazing. I have… Continue reading Say Something