Our granddaughter Hannah loves to hear about how I was married at the stage she is now: 21 and a graduating college senior.
It’s well after midnight, and I’m in the kitchen enjoying a private binge of frozen cake straight from the package.
I vacuumed today. The whole house.
December is a wonderful, slightly crazy month. Two words – “holiday season” – explain both the wonder and the craziness.
12We always know we’ve arrived at the right house on Long Beach Island each summer when we recognize the old faded towels that our daughters once dragged to day camp drying on the deck of a summer cottage.
My prom gown was baby blue.
To My Daughters:
We recently had coffee and dessert at the home of friends. Along with enjoying a homemade warm apple pie in a gracious atmosphere, I couldn’t help noticing, as I helped clear some of the dishes, that the kitchen was superbly organized.
We arrived at the supermarket at the same moment. I jumped out of my car, impatient to be done with the seemingly endless chore of stocking the cupboards. But they took their time, this frail, elderly couple who helped one another through the process of maneuvering stiff joints and car doors.
11So here it is, National Women’s History Month.