The Space Between

There are times that being alone is a Godsend and others when it is a curse.  I feel like I walk between two worlds–the world that I created with a husband–family, community, friends–and the world that has been created in the aftermath–new...

Blame It On Prosciutto

I am happy. I really enjoy where I am in my life right now–job, apartment, kids, my lifestyle has all become what I had always hoped. Most days, the actual road that I took to get here remains in the rear view mirror, but every once in a while, the veil is...

Memorial Day And The Official Start of Summer

This year, like many others, I am awaiting Memorial Day and the official start of Summer with the unvarnished enthusiasm of a child–new beach towels, chairs dusted off in the garage, all for the Saturday that would be the portal for 16 weeks or so at the beach....

The Place Where Dreams Come True

When my husband and I were first married, we were unsure as to where we wanted to live–I was from Long Island and he was from Brooklyn, but we arrived at a common goal, we would love to live in New York. Later, after kids, we would move out to Long Island or New...

Easter Delivery

I was twelve years old–the “space between”, uncomfortable in my own skin, deeply passionate about most everything, sensitive to a fault. It was the fall of my first year of junior high and for me, middle school carried a hope of a brighter day. I noticed bright...