“Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.” Tennessee Williams One evening last month while the children played and dinner simmered on the stove, I found myself behind the computer screen searching for images of special places from my childhood. A trail… Continue reading Snapshots
The current temperature in Lakeland, FL is 92 degrees with 57% humidity. In my childhood hometown of Danbury, Connecticut, the temperature is 63 degrees but surprisingly even more humid — looks like the weathermen there are predicting rain soon. Still, the thought of a cool and rainy September afternoon has me longing for some time… Continue reading September down memory lane
I grew up in the nineties in a small town in Connecticut. We lived an hour away from the Bronx and all of New York’s urban bustle, but Danbury itself was slow, and quiet. I remember afternoons spent watching either MTV or my 16 year old sister Dara, who was the epitome of cool. She… Continue reading Sisters
Another quiet Sunday found me in the kitchen proofing yeast and flouring countertops while the little one slept. My heart has been set on baking Challah for some time now, and today seemed as good a day as ever to try something new. The sight of rainclouds kept me inside, where I could nestle up… Continue reading A first attempt at baking Challah
A few months ago, my mother in law gave me a small set of canapé cutters. Nestled inside an old red and silver tin sit a club, diamond, heart and a spade, along with various other shapes including a Christmas tree and an angel. This morning I put them to use for the first time. Following Catherine… Continue reading A bit unseasonal, but still welcome.
As a child, I can remember my mother and father tending to our vegetable garden and watering the many colorful and fragrant flowers that bordered our house in Connecticut. I love the tiny, upside down fairy cup blossoms of the Lily of the Valley, the delicate purple clusters of Lilacs, and the dried, papery white… Continue reading Memories of a garden and some flowers