The Handy Princess

Growing up, my mother was the handy parent in my family –not my dad. All of us kids inherited the handy gene and most of us are girls. My brother fathered four girls and even though his mother and sisters were fairly handy and can fix things on their own, Kevin’s daughters can’t. Kevin’s an engineer and a top-notch mechanic in his own right and isn’t afraid to tackle anything. He is Mr. Fix-it in his family.  The other day when his four-year-old granddaughter Abbey took something from her two-year-old brother she said, “I can fix that!” So it cracked...

I am a Box Hoarder!

  I’m a box covet-er and hoarder. There—I’ve said it! In the days when I needed a part-time job on top of my full-time one, I did a two-year stint as an eBay lister and shipper for a private entity. We almost never had the right box to ship our sold items and somehow, much to my annoyance, supplying him with boxes seemed to be my responsibility. My part-time employer sold anything from coins and stamps to cars and dolls and I was eternally scrounging around for boxes to fit strange shaped collectibles. We didn’t purchase boxes, we went dumpster diving...

Gardening: Randomness vs Order

One of things I’ve been trying to achieve is organization in my life — Knowing that everything has a place and reaches some level of tidiness. I spend far too much time trying to find things and of course, that’s maybe a memory problem or just a “too much stuff” problem but I think it’s due to a lack of organization. There is something calming about order, structure and neatness and I’d like to have more of that in my life. The thing is – it takes time to keep order even if it also makes life easier. It’s probably...

Crossing the Road to Get to the Other Side Against Impossible Odds

I raised squirrels for a lot of years just out of a desperate need to help some babies survive. It’s a long story how all that happened but right out of the shoot, I couldn’t help falling in love with the little rodents. They really are fascinating animals and from what I could tell, capable of something resembling love. I once watched a pair of squirrels scramble and play up and down a tree trunk. One of them fell and landed on the sidewalk, either dead or unconscious. The other one came down, lifted him into her mouth and carried...

Egg-Land’s Best Hard-Cooked Peeled Eggs Review

Peeling hard boiled eggs is such a pain in the… butt. Since my domestic skills are so lacking, I always thought I was just being stupid about it. The internet is filled with methods that I’ve already used without success. Success in my mind: Peeling away large pieces of shell pretty much intact that comes off with the film underneath. Having said that, most of the time I’m picking off itty bitty pieces of shell which makes me wonder why I ever bother with this maddening chore. Eggs are peeled all the time, so there must be an easier way...

The Senior SEPTA Ride for a Dollar

A few years ago, some of my writer’s group guys introduced me to another writer’s group in the city (Philadelphia). This other group met once a month and they all took the train into town. I was a bit jealous that their ride cost one dollar while mine cost me ten. It’s not that I couldn’t afford it but seriously, a dollar? The age for the cheap ride is 65. I had to wait 2 years but I’m there now and finally got my first dirt cheap commute into the city the other day and walked around in the sun...

Signs of Love and Inefficiency at the Neshaminy Mall Food Court

I met a friend at the food court in Neshaminy Mall to write for an hour or so — a forced time to write without the everyday distractions at home –phone calls, knocks on the door, 5 trips to the refrigerator or chores that beg to get done. We sat way off in the corner, away from any crowds so that we could concentrate on our projects. Even so…people found their way right next to our table. I didn’t want or need any distractions but they found me anyway. A sweet older woman came over to ask me something.  An...

Forget the Roof, I’ll Take One in the Driveway.

Social Media takes up so much time. Knowing that, I succumb often enough, scrolling to see what my family, friends and friends of friends are saying or doing. People always shared, well for at least as long as I can remember we did. Before computers, we shared ideas in person, in letters, and on the phone. In the day, what parent with a teenager didn’t have to fight for their own phone time? Apart from the sometimes annoying and obvious advertisers vying for your money, social media for me, is a window for sharing photos, recipes, ideas and helps us...

Herb Share

I’m not a gardener but every year I plant a few herbs in a pot or two in the front of the house where it gets the most sun. The herbs grow pretty well and to tell you the truth, I can’t use anywhere near a quarter of the plants — most of them go to seed and never get used. I enjoy the basil in salads and cook it with pasta sauce. The rosemary is great on roasted potatoes and meats but the best part is that they smell so good when you touch the leaves. So every year I buy and...

Back From the Brink

Joe (name changed to protect privacy) had stories to tell but he didn’t want them to roll out all at once.  He was naked, having just emerged from the shower and the last thing he remembered was responding to his wife’s question, “Are you alright?  Eleven weeks later he was wondering about how many people had seen his nakedness from the start to end of his respiratory crisis. His initial tale told us about nightmares during his sedated coma-like state was surprising but his life-saving-hospital stay was gone from his memory banks. February and March were just missing– except for...