Totally caught up in the story of the sweethearts in "Splendor in the Grass," I wasn’t prepared for them to end up with other people. As it turned out, I couldn't stop crying, and had to be escorted from the theater by the manager.
I wasn’t used to sharing a bed, so initially I slept as far away from my husband as I could. Then I discovered that Michael was a living radiator, with a body that gave off heat. So I became a heat-seeking missile, snuggling until he woke up with his nose pressed against the alarm clock.
Well, the time has come, the day I have been dreading. Actually, the days I've been dreading: Renée left for college on Saturday and Dana left two days later.
How to spin out the pleasure of eating a Mallomar? Dunking is an option, of course, but there are more creative ways to dote on them . . .
I have loved every age and phase my granddaughters have gone through. I have been fortunate to get to see tap dancing recitals, recorder concerts, two violins playing “Happy Birthday,” and especially the wonderful shows they created and performed. They have worn eye patches and glasses, braces on their teeth and kinetic tape down their legs for shin splints. I have walked miles shopping with them for both. I wouldn’t have changed a thing . . . but I am sad.
The movie My Sister Eileen seemed the epitome of city living to me; I planned on being Eileen, having romantic adventures like being followed home by South American sailors doing the conga.
Never a gym rat in her younger days, a cancer survivor learns that even weight training has its uses. Like learning how to walk without falling.
What I wrote to friends and family, to update them as I went down the chemo highway.