Floating through time..

Oh, how my dad loved the annual Christmas boat parade. Years ago, when the kids were little, they’d get all gussied up in their holiday finery and we’d drive up to Ft. Lauderdale to watch the festivities from his balcony overlooking the intracoastal waterway.  Dad would fuss over his famous eggnog adding dollops of ice…

49 Nutcrackers

I sat next to my mother’s friend at Thanksgiving dinner this year.  She’s a lovely woman  struggling through an absolutely awful divorce. Navigating her way through the backwash of her husband’s abandonment over the past year has forced her to toss many of the relics of her old life overboard. With a tear in her…

In the game.

My father suffered his first stroke while on a business trip in Moscow.  He vaguely remembered struggling to walk down the hall of his hotel to try and find help.  Bystanders snickered at what they thought was just another American who couldn’t handle his Vodka. Years later, he was lying in a Ft. Lauderdale hospital…

Road trip through space & time..

I arrived back in Charlotte (from Florida) yesterday at exactly 6:35pm. I ran into the house to brush my teeth, my husband removed the bike rack off my car and I zoomed out to my book club meeting at McCormick & Schmicks. Here’s the deal: I paid for the book, read the thing and I’ll…

Memories, and what to do with them..

I’ve seen “Christmas Vacation” a hundred times– so I should have known better. But the attic was slightly cooler than normal yesterday morning, so I took the opportunity to climb up there and sort through my disorganized Christmas stuff..most of which I didn’t use this year as I didn’t get back down to our Florida…

The Reminder

And there it was; one of my dog’s partially chewed up “boney-bones” as we used to call them. The cat had been fussing under my dresser so long that I finally wriggled under there to see what he was so interested in. I thought I had gotten rid of everything after our Bichon died a…