Author Archive: Nancy
Spending My Millions
I have just about everything I want. And most of the stuff that I don’t have – well, it’s just because it hasn’t worked its way up my priority list yet. I have a nice house, nice car, a very nice and very big wardrobe (and a nice big closet in my nice house to …
My Man
The day after the wedding I attended in St. Lucia, we were literally knee-deep in mud (at the volcano) when the bride started a sentence with “My husband….” She stopped mid-sentence and said, “That sounds weird.” If she thought it was weird in her mid-twenties, think about how weird it was for me – marrying …
It Wasn’t Me
I just came back from a fabulous destination wedding/vacation in St. Lucia. My husband and I think we are traveling when we drive from Connecticut to Rhode Island and stay in a bed-and-breakfast a WHOLE night. So this was WAY out of our comfort zone. And so worth it. And as long as we were …
I Look At Clouds From Both Sides Now
Another Oldie-But-Goodie while I take a few days off…. *** Yesterday, I went to the ophthalmologist (gee, that’s a weird spelling, but that’s what spell-check says and I believe that little spelling-bee guy inside my laptop). I have had this eye problem for a couple of weeks. “Floaters,” they’re called, and lots of people have …
I.D.K.W.T.M.
I‘m taking a few days off, but I wouldn’t want you to miss me… or worse… NOT miss me – So here’s an oldie but goodie: **** I.D.K.W.T.M. (I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS) When I was seventeen, my sister’s boyfriend came home from his first semester at a New York acting school. He had …
Genius or Idiot? You Decide.
This is the time of year when my fingernails get as brittle as the dead maples leaves. Luckily, they do not fall off like the leaves on our New England trees. But they snap and break like the dried-up twigs I’m stepping on. Housework this weekend broke eight out of ten fingernails. You’d think I’d …
Lessons From The Straight And Narrow
I stopped today on a busy street to let some poor schmuck get out of his driveway. A whole bunch of memories drove off with him. When I was a little kid, I lived in a three-family house. My Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Bo and their three kids lived on the first floor. We – …
My Ghost Makes Crank Calls
An old post for Halloween: Many years ago, my husband and I bought an old house. Built around 1840, we didn’t know too much about its history. We did know about one lady who lived there. Her grandson, now our age, was our neighbor. She must have been a pretty nice Grandma, because Jim didn’t really …
Know-It-All, Part II
It’s time for another installment of Know-It-All, where I offer you the best of my unsolicited and usually obvious advice – First – because I am an unapologetic smarty-pants, and Second – because they say that you should stick with what you do best – and I am much better at giving advice than taking …
When Did That Happen?
One of my Dad’s favorite expressions was “You must have been hiding behind the barn when the brains got handed out.” I never really understood why someone would hide in order to avoid brains. But I got the point. I always seemed to miss something important. I knew by the age of fifteen that …
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