When you live in a four-room apartment without any bookshelves, chances are that you don’t own a set of the Encyclopedia Britannica. And chances are that there’s no desk in the bedroom you share with your mother. The kitchen table becomes your work space. You spread out your textbooks and loose-leaf binder and mimeographed sheets of … Continue reading chances are (GOOD!)
Louisville, Kentucky Thursday, May 3, 2018 This is it, I think, as I enter the main concourse of the Louisville International Airport. I’m ready to cross this item off my bucket list. I’m ready to enjoy the birthday gift that my husband gave me last October. I’m ready for “the most exciting two minutes in … Continue reading and there were roses (RED!)
Boston 2017 On this February evening at 6p.m., there’s only a handful of customers left in the dining room of the Longwood Bar and Grill. A young family with two small children eat chicken nuggets and fries. An elderly couple split a salad and a turkey club and sip glasses of rose wine. The medical … Continue reading The longwood grill (AND BAR!)
During this month since Thanksgiving, I have lied, lied and lied some more. I have lied to my family about the head count for Christmas Eve and to my cousin in Florida about my plans for the next day. I have lied to our friends and neighbors who extended kind invitations to join their families … Continue reading christmas (LIES!)
On this last afternoon of the year, I light my window candles early. I do not want darkness in my home tonight. As I walk from room to room, turning on each white bulb, I am flooded with memories of Christmastime. When I was young, as young as I can remember, my Aunt Kitty and … Continue reading december ( ENDS…) and
I loved the bigness of the house at forty-five New York Street. I loved moving from the kitchen to the dining room and then into the front parlor. I loved going up the front staircase, through the bedrooms, down the back stairs to the mud room and into the kitchen again. I loved the barn, … Continue reading december first (FINALLY!)
I wake to the call of the loons. The pale morning light sneaks through the half-drawn shades. My eyes follow the path down to the pond. Out on the dock, the four red chairs are scattered right where we left them last night after the sun set behind the dark pine trees. We raised our … Continue reading on “leaving day” (MEMORIES!)
