I went all out for Mother’s Day when I was a child. I took it very seriously. I had a ritual that I repeated for many years. On the Saturday before THE SUNDAY, I would ride my bike to an old vacant lot surrounded by hedges of lilacs that were about two stories high. ThereContinue reading “I Remember Mother’s Day”
The olde nursery rhyme, Roses are red, etc. is probably one of the first rhymes that American children memorize. It’s a charmer for a young child, easy to recite, and to manipulate the last two lines for their own needs be that loving or cutting. I remember loving Valentine’s Day from the early days ofContinue reading “Roses are Red…”
We’d always celebrated my Mother’s birthday on January 3, until she informed us one day that she learned upon getting a copy of her birth certificate, that her birthday was really January 2! We all shook our heads in disbelief, but there it was in black and white, Jan 2. These days, since she isContinue reading “Remembering Bess”
It’s just as easy to do something right the first time. (Not true. The trick is to try again.) It’s just as easy to marry a rich man as a poor man. (no comment.) Let that be a lesson for you. (It usually was) Don’t come crying to me when…( I rarely did, as IContinue reading “Things My Mother Told Me”
When I was a child, there was no question in my mind that I would become a dancer when I grew up. Unfortunately for my long term plans I developed asthma at age 13 and that made my tutu dreams impossible. What to do?