Category: Back in the Day Stories

Mrs. Goldberg’s Knot Surprises

Daily Bread is my middle-grade historical novel set in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, 1911. The story follows eight-year-old Lily, an American-born child of Sicilian immigrants, who loves to sing out her artist heart and prove she is not a little kid. She…

Daily Bread an Introduction

Daily Bread is my middle-grade historical novel set in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, 1911. The story follows eight-year-old Lily, an American-born child of Sicilian immigrants, who loves to sing out her artist heart and prove she is not a little kid. She…

New Year’s Eves Remembered

New Year’s Eve traditions evolved over my lifetime. Although a festive holiday, giving hope for the upcoming year, the celebrations have changed. No one family member or close friend has owned it. Quite frankly, the month leading up to January 1st is a marathon…

Playing With Invisible Men

Back in the day, my hometown, Sayville, Long Island, was in the midst of a growth spurt with neighborhood developments and new schools to accommodate the bursting baby boomer generation. Children were everywhere. Organized playdates and managed time were not yet invented. Kids played…

Windows and Wildlife

My family moved from a cozy cottage in Amityville, Long Island to a brand new spacious colonial in Sayville—20 miles further east on the island that felt rural to my Brooklyn-born parents and their families still rooted in the homeland. My parents had bought…

An Ode to Plastic Covered Furniture

You don’t see it too often anymore. Once it was all the rage and a must-have in every living room. It was advertised as practical and clean—every housewife’s dream. Many homes I knew in my youth had plastic covers on sofas, coordinating chairs, and…

A Ghost Story- a retelling

I had a few requests to repost this story. Enjoy. Like. Share. 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…

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