Tonight I missed my mom. For three of my six grandchildren, this was their first time at live theatre, and Surflight Theatre’s The Wizard of Oz did not disappoint. The productions are short, designed to hold even the most rambunctious child’s attention — ideal for introducing something that matters so much to me. My childhoodContinue reading “The Magic That Outlives Us”
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I almost said no
Nobody talks about the gifts you didn’t order. I am not talking about the ones wrapped in a bow with a card that says “congratulations.” I’m talking about the other ones. The ones that come in different forms, masking opportunities. The ones that arrived without warning, poorly wrapped, and unexpected. The ones that sat onContinue reading “I almost said no”
Twenty and counting…
For the first time since my parents sold their home, I am spending a summer week on LBI. The rental changeover fell on July 4th, so the house had sat empty for the months leading up to my decision to stay. This morning, I am out on the newly constructed back deck, forcing myself toContinue reading “Twenty and counting…”
Exploring a new emotion, fear.
Not many people would describe me as cautious, hesitant, or indecisive; even fewer would describe me as fearful. But on this Sunday morning, this is my current state. I saw a photo of my profile. It was taken 7 years ago by a student in my new-hire class. Ever since then, I have been focusedContinue reading “Exploring a new emotion, fear.”
The Ladder Has Only a Few Rungs
On a Saturday morning in January, I realized that the rungs on my life ladder are running low. I can’t get a kitten because I could outlive it. Waiting for the right time never comes. “Mom, can I drop off the kids? Can you pick up? Tracey, can you read this over for me? DownContinue reading “The Ladder Has Only a Few Rungs”
Earning my terrorist title
On Saturday, October 18, 2025, 7 million people stood up and sent a message to our President. It was the largest protest in the county’s history. There was no reported evidence of unlawful behavior, yet we were labeled as terrorists by the administration. I wonder if adding that to my resume would give me aContinue reading “Earning my terrorist title”
Hate is taught
“We are not going to know anyone here tonight.” This was my warning comment to Rich, my husband, known to be a man of few words. Attending these events as a couple allows me to initiate conversations. I can even start one on a 47-second elevator ride. The valet took our car, and we steppedContinue reading “Hate is taught”
Life Lessons in Middle School
There were so many reasons to stay silent. It is easy; your social status remains unchanged, and you still get invited to the party. But at this point in my life, I don’t care if I am asked to those parties. One of the most profound experiences a child can face is the sting ofContinue reading “Life Lessons in Middle School”
Cakes, Coffee, and Kalashnikovs
It was the summer of 2011. My six-hour evening flight was uneventful, allowing me to watch “Bridesmaids” and make last-minute changes to my presentations. The plane hit the runway, and I held onto my seat, bracing myself as the pressure ran through the cabin. Frantic clicks of seat belts releasing cracked through the cabin asContinue reading “Cakes, Coffee, and Kalashnikovs”
One pencil at a time
Graduation Day at Brookdale Community College is the crescendo of accomplishments that occur each May. The excitement, relief, and pride fill the campus, elevating even the most cynical. But my favorite part is the words spoken by those who have fought hard to cross the stage. Their stories, shared with the audience, inspire us toContinue reading “One pencil at a time”
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