My Aunt Remembers: A Story Seen Through The Eyes of an Eight Year Old

During my mother’s move, my Aunt Tutti, my mother and I sat down for nourishment and Tutti began to tell us of her time spent, as an eight year old, in Westerbork, a concentration camp in Holland. A fate that easily could have been mine had I been born in Europe just a mere twenty years earlier....

Family Is Everything

The rain set the mood as I helped to pack up my mother’s beautiful possessions and move them into her companion’s house in Connecticut. Stoically, my mother performed the perfunctory tasks needed to move out of her beloved home and I immersed myself into her world trying to be on my best behavior,...

TERRIBLE TWOS

I really would like to know who termed the phrase, “Terrible Twos.” I am quite aware that girls develop differently than boys. Ok, faster. They are generally potty trained one year earlier, they learn how to speak in full sentences while the boys are still mooing and baaaing, and of course, they...

The Middle Child Syndrome

On November 4th, 2001 my little Scorpio, Axel Grey, was born. He was not only named after Axel Rose from Guns and Roses but also after Axel Merckx the famous Belgian bike racer. Up until I was on the birthing table, in the midst of labor, I questioned Wade and his decision on Axel’s name. He was...

Embracing the Garage Sale

Last March I convinced Wade that we needed to have a garage sale to rid ourselves of useless paraphernalia before we moved into our new home. Some of our favorite days have been when the boys and I have ridden our bikes around town searching for treasures at these sales. It was my belief that everybody...