I broke through my first brick wall recently! A metaphorical, genealogical brick wall, that is. I can't even describe the surprise, relief, and elation I felt ALL AT ONCE. It's a once-in-a-lifetime feeling. My family tree has pretty long branches—some going back to the 1600s even. Except for one lonely, stubby branch. This branch has... Continue Reading →
I am now an ABR, thanks to this little peanut: ABR stands for "Auntie by Relation," according to the author of this book: Time to crack open this book and work on my savviness. Do any... Continue Reading →
I went to Bar Harbor, Maine, for the second time a few weeks ago. It made such an impression on me seven years ago that when I returned, I felt as if no time had passed. I went to my favorite shops, which were all still there. I went to the movie theater that serves... Continue Reading →
When I think about Robin Williams, and anyone who has committed suicide, I mourn because the world will be without their gifts, whatever they may be. But I also mourn the fact that they were in so much pain. And that they felt so hopeless and alone. And that they felt so trapped. I get... Continue Reading →
Bar #4 on the alphabet list was Pomodoro, which is probably an eight-minute drive from my apartment. It's a cozy and expensive Italian restaurant with a cute rectangular-shaped bar. The bartender handed us menus, upon which no mention of beer was found. I cringed inside and tried to tone down the panic in my... Continue Reading →
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