The Tipping Point

The first week of August is always difficult for me. It is the week of my grandmother's birthday. By now, all are aware of the significant impact she had on my upbringing and life in general. Even in her absence, her love for me continues to guide me. Yesterday would have been her 80th birthday.... Continue Reading →

An Unwavering Love

Little known fact about me, I am a history junkie. My grandmother had a set of World Book encyclopedias, pretty sure this is where it started. They were black and white, and they were housed in a maple bookcase, with a sliding glass door in her breakfast nook. I remember sitting at the table and feeling... Continue Reading →

Living on the Edge

Many find it hard to believe that I am a person historically riddled with many fears. I was the kid that most parents dreaded raising. I was afraid of the dark, of dogs, of escalator's, fish in a lake, and let's not forget birds. God how I hate them, even now....you name it, I was afraid.... Continue Reading →

Misunderstood

If I could use one word to describe how I always felt, from as early as I can remember it is "Misunderstood." Years back I took a personality test that was to identify the test taker as one primary of four personality types. Two were extroverted, two introverted. My primary trait fell into the Sanguine type.... Continue Reading →

Full Circle

I hope everyone had a fantastic Independence Day! July 4th may very well be one of my most favorite holiday's. I was a summer kid. I lived for warm days, no school and the ability to spend sun-up to sun-down in my grandmothers swimming pool. I looked forward to summer camp, catching fireflies and family... Continue Reading →

A Father’s Love – Part 3

It is now summer of 2010. I have been divorced from my first husband for 4 years, and married to my second husband for 3 years. I have another child, a daughter. I am a Registered Nurse, working in labor and delivery. On this day, in August I am working and I am in the... Continue Reading →

A Father’s Love, Part 2

There we stand in my grandfather's kitchen. We stare awkwardly at one another. My aunt was crying, my cousin was giggling, my grandfather disappeared somewhere; and there we stood, father and daughter. He took me to Red Lobster for dinner. I hated seafood of any kind. My palate is getting more refined the older I... Continue Reading →

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