Bringing Down the White Picket Fence

Impermanence  Part One   I lost my father in 2002. Fort Monmouth, my Dad’s workplace, was the military base near my hometown. In 2005 it was slated for closure by the...

Asbury Park has gone through quite a renaissance over the past ten years.  There are not many places left that give you the feel of the old days in Asbury.  The...

For the first six of our eight years of marriage, Michelle and I spent our wedding anniversary away from home. We celebrated in beautiful places like Florence, Provence, and Napa. The...

  Until this past weekend, I’d never been to Princeton.  I feel I only have the SAT’s to blame for this… Since I never quite fulfilled my quest for the perfect...

There’s just something about being a Jersey Girl that keeps me grounded.  Perhaps everybody feels this way about their home state.  Maybe being a Wyoming Girl is just as cool, just...

Yesterday, we began our day quietly sipping coffee at America’s Cup and ended the day with an order of pasta fagioli and a Dizzy Dame sandwich from The Speakeatery.  In between,...

This is our “terrace” as I like to call it.  The place where Paul and I spend most of our summer days taking a break from the stressful demands of the...

I’m not a movie person. There are few movies I’ve seen all the way through. Most of these movies I’ve seen at the movie theater, largely because AMC does not have...

So Paul has given me the “you haven’t blogged” speech several times a week and he’s right, I haven’t blogged.  In fact, the post you are about to read I wrote...