Kay, Not Karen

Something occurs to me as I sit to blog. . . I enjoy writing about my friends, and I really love spending time with them. Especially this one. . .we’ve been friends since Mrs. Claxton’s fourth grade math class at McDonough Middle School. Do you know what...

A Birthday Wish for Karen

I pride myself on the company I keep. People who are not only good at their core, but are intelligent, kind, experts in their field, and positive in their outlook. Meet Karen. She has been in my orbit for nearly 20 years.  She is a friend I initially made because our...

Red Lippy Hippy

I’m quite comfortable with a red lip. It’s a Mama-thing because she used to wear red lipstick. One of my earliest memories is standing in her lap, swiping her red lipstick from her lips and pressing it onto my own tiny lips. My first red lipstick purchase was a...

Dear 11-year old Pamela,

Dear 11-year old Pamela: I am You at 56, with some experience under our belt.  Can you even imagine 45 years from now? Well, it’s going to come quickly. There are some things I’ve learned that you need to know at your core: Everything is going to work out...

Twenty-One

How did we get here? Twenty-one years of loving, laughing, crying, screaming, talking, hugging, fighting, making up, hugging some more, spooning, caring, and always coming back to home base: the deep love between a mother and daughter. I had a mother who loved me so...

Robe Tribe

Do you robe? I do. We were recently visiting friends at their Jersey shore beach house; Jim’s best buddy from their SUNY Buffalo days, and his wife. In packing for the weekend, I took loungewear which included a matching robe. One evening after showering and...

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