Third Degree Burn

Last year at about this time I burned the top of my foot.  It was very painful and looked really bad,  and so I went to the dermatologist. He examined the wound and asked me how it had happened.  For sosme reason I was too embarrassed to tell the whole truth,  and so I was rather vague. ”Oh,  it was just a kitchen accident.”,   I said. ”Well”,   he said, “whatever you did,  you certainly got yourself a nice little third degree burn.” ”Oh dear,  what will you do to me...

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Front Row Seats

I’m glad to hear that the wonderful Italian crossover tenor Andrea Bocelli will be performing again at Madison Square Garden later this month.  My friend Vivian and I are big fans and had tickets to hear him sing there several years ago. I remember that our seats were way up in that cavernous venue,  and after the long climb we stopped to catch our breath before settling down to enjoy the concert. As we and his 20,000 other fans waited in anticipation for Bocelli to take the stage,  Vivian...

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Early Thanksgiving

Several years ago as November approached I fretted over the many regrets I’d gotten in the past to my Thanksgiving invitations. One of my cousins and his family usually celebrated with his in-laws;  another often went to an out-of-town brother;  my husband’s young relatives liked to make travel plans  around their kids’ school vacations;  some told me they don’t like to drive in holiday traffic;  and others seemed to be perpetually committed  elsewhere.  So I decided to think...

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Judy’s Gift

Three years ago,  soon after my friend Judy died,  I wrote about her special grace and her amazing generosity of spirit.  (See My Ducky Friend,  June 3, 2015) Judy also had a wonderful artistic sensibility.  She once gave me an unusual, hand-painted wind chime that had been crafted from an empty wine bottle.  A cooper disk hung inside that was designed  to hit the glass when the wind chime swayed in the breeze. But it was such a lovely thing and seemed so fragile that I decided to...

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Our Special Guests

My loyal blog followers may remember that I spent happy childhood summers at my grandmother’s small hotel in the Catskills.  (MY HEART REMEMBERS MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOTEL,  Dec. 21, 2013,  and HOTEL KITTENS,  Oct 6, 2016) Here’s another hotel memory,  though this one is bittersweet. Every summer for many years a busload of guests would come up from the city for a two-week stay.  The arrival of these “special guests” was a much anticipated event and I remember...

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