He is Cooler than I Remember

The other night I was reading a book or checking out Facebook posts as I stretched across my bed when I heard a familiar tune - the synthesized notes of the 1980s laced with a soft cornet, a sound so familiar that it triggered immediate images of idyllic New England autumns and quirky American characters. Newhart.…

What NOT to Say

  This post has weighed heavily on my heart for months now, maybe longer, but some words spoken this summer have propelled me to write. When I heard a certain set of words this summer, I wanted to speak out immediately; I wanted to rail and indict, but my 17-year-old son urged me to cool…

I Wish I Had Poofy Hair

       I don't know how girls wear headbands all the time. My headband today has irritated my forehead and given me a headache. Besides, the headband makes my head itch, too. My hair is really too flat to wear a headband for too long anyway. I need some kind of hair accessory that fluffs…

To Learn to Hold My Tongue

  I am exhausted, and I am disappointed. I understand being angry and feeling cheated, misunderstood. But I don't understand why people react in anger. Wait, yes I do. I react in anger all the time. And when I say something horrid, it almost always comes as a sudden blurt, an unexpected eruption, and even…

Saturday, July 23, into Massachusetts

     After about 10 hours of travel last night, we stopped to sleep in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and awoke this morning with the idea that we would take about 3 hours to travel to Springfield, Massachusetts and spend the afternoon at the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame. More or less, that is what we…