Stories Served Served Around The Table
Around The Table
My daughters gave me a Christmas gift certificate for ice skating lessons at a nearby rink. I had been complaining that Long Island winters have not been cold enough for ice skating. The canals, ponds, and Great South Bay rarely freeze over. Yes, there is an indoor ice rink providing year-round access, but, it is… Continue reading Winter Skates part 1
This story was told by my Uncle Joe, my mom’s eldest brother. Anthony, their father, died when my mom was just a little girl and Uncle Joe was 14 years old. As the years rolled forward, he became the keeper of their father’s stories. This is one of them. My father was a printer—a… Continue reading The Compositor
My mother’s grandmother was the matriarch of the family. Every detail of home life was dictated by her. Despite the strict force, the woman aimed to keep her charges well, safe and loved. My mother told this story many times. She was raised in a multi-generation home on West 9th Street in Brooklyn. … Continue reading A Day Begins
It was a cozy two-bedroom cottage on a dead-end street. It was my husband’s, Matt, grandparents’ house. In 1980, his grandmother, Oma, died quietly in her bed. Six months later, Opa passed away in the guest room of an old acquaintance in Florida. His body was shipped to New York and laid to rest next… Continue reading A Ghost Story
Ok, I'll say it, "I hate pink!” This is an extremely hard statement to say out loud on paper since pink has forever been my favorite color. Forever! Pink was always my color. The pink passion started early. My mother always dressed my three younger sisters and me in the same style dresses and coats.… Continue reading Surrendering Pink
Stories Served Served Around The Table 