Category Archives: Home Owners
The Photograph That Started the Question-The Story Behind a July 4th Photograph and the American Dream it Captured.
When I was cleaning out my parents’ Long Island home a few years ago in advance of selling the 1955 shingled ranch house I grew up in, long-lost remnants of my otherwise well-documented childhood appeared as though hidden in a
The Photograph That Started the Question-The Story Behind a July 4th Photograph and the American Dream it Captured.
When I was cleaning out my parents’ Long Island home a few years ago in advance of selling the 1955 shingled ranch house I grew up in, long-lost remnants of my otherwise well-documented childhood appeared as though hidden in a
I Am An American
On a bookshelf in my cluttered office is a small, hardcover book I was given in third grade. The well-worn book nestled in between My Dick Jane and Sally primers is titled I Am an American. This book was brand
I Am An American
On a bookshelf in my cluttered office is a small, hardcover book I was given in third grade. The well-worn book nestled in between My Dick Jane and Sally primers is titled I Am an American. This book was brand
My Mother’s Love Grew in My Garden. It Still Does
A few weeks ago was my mother Betty’s yartzeit. 18 years. My mother has now been gone the length of my entire childhood. Those first 18 years seemed like an eternity as I was growing up. A lifetime, in
My Mother’s Love Grew in My Garden. It Still Does
A few weeks ago was my mother Betty’s yartzeit. 18 years. My mother has now been gone the length of my entire childhood. Those first 18 years seemed like an eternity as I was growing up. A lifetime, in
Waiting For The Winter Storm
Waiting For The Winter Storm A blizzard of ominous messages fills my feeds as I wait for this latest winter storm to blast the Northeast. Massive! Historic! Epic! Blockbuster ! The meteorologist’s hyperbole about the current nameless snowstorm barreling down
Waiting For The Winter Storm
Waiting For The Winter Storm A blizzard of ominous messages fills my feeds as I wait for this latest winter storm to blast the Northeast. Massive! Historic! Epic! Blockbuster ! The meteorologist’s hyperbole about the current nameless snowstorm barreling down
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
My Mother’s Love Grew in My Garden
With Mother’s Day coming up, a new poignancy is added to the loss and destruction of my former gardens. The image of the rose-covered arbor that came up in the Facebook memories brings with it a deep association with my
My Mother’s Love Grew in My Garden
With Mother’s Day coming up, a new poignancy is added to the loss and destruction of my former gardens. The image of the rose-covered arbor that came up in the Facebook memories brings with it a deep association with my
Garden Grief
At this time of year, my former beautiful garden in my former home appears as random pop-up memories on Facebook as it did yesterday. It startles, a poignant but at times painful reminder of the beauty I created, nurtured, and
Garden Grief
At this time of year, my former beautiful garden in my former home appears as random pop-up memories on Facebook as it did yesterday. It startles, a poignant but at times painful reminder of the beauty I created, nurtured, and
Dandelions The Underdog of the Plant World
In the plant world, the lowly dandelion feels like “the other,” an unwanted migrant who must be banished from sight. At their first appearance each spring, their biodiversity is shunned by many, quickly exiled from sprawling lawns so as not
Dandelions The Underdog of the Plant World
In the plant world, the lowly dandelion feels like “the other,” an unwanted migrant who must be banished from sight. At their first appearance each spring, their biodiversity is shunned by many, quickly exiled from sprawling lawns so as not
Mr. Stanley’s Neighborhood
One by one, my dog Moe is meeting the regular cast of characters in Mr. Stanley’s neighborhood. Though Stanley spent most of his pampered life sequestered in his suburban paradise of a large verdant yard and in-ground pool, once we
Mr. Stanley’s Neighborhood
One by one, my dog Moe is meeting the regular cast of characters in Mr. Stanley’s neighborhood. Though Stanley spent most of his pampered life sequestered in his suburban paradise of a large verdant yard and in-ground pool, once we
Envisioning The American Dream 