High school friends and I visiting during college in my parent's house. The chair we are all resting on, Grandmother's painting on the wall and the piano all ended up with me. In my parent’s home,...

I consider myself part of Generation Jones. The Jonesers are a small subset of the baby boom - our dates run from 1954-1965, which puts our dates overlapping the official end of the Baby Boom and the...

In a worn envelope, a photo. One I’ve not seen before. It’s one of those mandatory holiday/birthday/everyone line up for a photo you all look so nice pictures. Three generations of strong women in my...

It’s been 4+ years since I’ve spoken to my estranged, conservative Christian stepmother. We tried for 3 years after my father died to get along for his sake, helping her pick a senior place to move to...

During the long drive in the van I found myself coming to some kind of reckoning. How hypocritical was it of me to have spent so much time and energy on the items that had belonged to previous generations,...

Until the day came that she had to learn to ask for help, anyway. I knew nothing about driving a transit van. I just knew it was more than big enough to fit all the furniture and boxes. In the month...

It never ceases to amaze me how many communication styles exist out there. Clear, straightforward. Sideways. To the point. Rambling. And on and on. I think of myself as a clear communicator in writing....

2020. The year of elastic. Elastic waists on pajama and yoga pants. Elastic time. What month is it? I have no idea. Time stretched and compressed like a rubber band. Did I ever get fully dressed? Who...

When I met Dave Marcus, it was a while after the dust had settled from my grandfather’s death. I was finally able to start looking forward again with the NY house sale and my duties as executor behind...

A few little items I love from my grandfather's basement bar - a whistle cup, a pine tree lighter complete with multiple ashtrays, a pissoir liquor pourer, a fisherman incense burner from Maine. None...