When I agreed to have Thanksgiving dinner this year, I did so with much reluctance. I had already hosted my share of Thanksgivings and had long since tired of the great turkey challenge. The last time I endeavored to host the great thanksgiving gorge, I was still young and loved the novelty of cooking for […]

It was June when I got the offer. I wasn’t even looking for a job but when the opportunity came, it sounded too good to pass up. I would be making two dollars less an hour and the work would be considerably more challenging then my current job. No more summers off, no more long

“I think I want a dog” I said as we took a walk down our street. “Everyone has a dog, look they have a dog,” I pointed to our neighbor’s yard. “Don’t you like those dogs are over there” I said pointing to a group of small dogs yelping. “Who’s going to walk the dog?”

I used to be afraid to go to the hospital, so frightened in fact that the mere mention that I might have to go to the ER would send me screaming into a state a hysteria that rivaled a hyena. This past Friday when it became evident that I had to go to the Emergency

Several years ago I had unofficially assumed the role of host for our family Thanksgiving gatherings. I must have enjoyed the challenge of cooking the banquet size meal for my family and in-laws because I can’t think of any good reason today why I would volunteer my services for such a thankless job. I would

I give you, Girty and your girls permission to stay and hang out in my mouth. I want to thank you for giving me the wake up call I needed and teaching me these past few months that I am stronger than I thought, but I think I can handle stress a lot better now.

I have not received a birthday card, letter or note from my father in years. I suppose the mail stopped when the emails began. Maybe the mail stopped when I was too old to get a birthday card. When I saw the return address on the envelope, I felt that familiar excitement that the mail

I once saw a movie called the The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. It was about a man who became a quadriplegic and learned how to communicate using a series of blinks . In that limited capacity, he wrote a book about this experience as a quadriplegic. Imagine writing an entire book using only a

When my kids were little, Hanukah was big. So big, that among my four kids, not one of them wished they celebrated Christmas. It was BIG Hanukah. We celebrated all eight nights, each of the four children receiving a gift, sometimes multiple gifts. We had theme nights; homemade gift nights, even mom’s night, when each

Are you there God? It’s me Margaret. Ok so it’s been a while since we last spoke. In fact, it’s been something like 28 ok like 30 years ago. It’s hard to believe so much time has passed since our last conversation. I know when last we spoke; my biggest problem was worrying if I