The good old days …

A friend and I were talking about New York the other day. I’ve been there hundreds of times over the course of my lifetime, but I had an instant flashback to one trip, in particular.

I was with my parents, my aunt and cousin. I was young, not yet a teenager. But not as young as I am in the photo with my parents. I was probably a year old, two at the most in this shot.

My parents and I used to go to New York every spring, for easter, for about a week or 10 days. My father went often for business, but as a family we went once a year, although occasionally more often. My mother was born there and Continue reading

Trying to move on …

I’m done. Had it. Enough already with all the political drama, with all the unrest, with allclemente the nastiness and rage. It’s everywhere and I can’t stand it for another second. It feels like I’m caught in an abyss from which I’ll never escape.

For the last three days I tried to come up with an idea for today’s blog post. Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zero. Blank. Empty. And you know why? Because I’ve been so caught up in all the bullshit of the U.S. election for the past 20+ months, I can think of little else.

Sick is what it is. Sick and sad. And I’m tired of it.

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Moments in time …

It’s interesting, the things we remember from long ago. Really long, like our childhood. And what triggers those memories. Last week I called my aunt. The flashbackslast of my mother’s sisters who’s still alive. She’s far from young now and not so well and I guess, when I got off the phone, I was a bit melancholy. Ours had been such a large, and close knit family and there’s not many left.

I didn’t think much about it right after the call, but I guess it must have been weighing on my mind. Because days later, while reading, I suddenly had a flashback. I was really young, maybe three or four, five at the most. I was in a car. My grandfather was driving. My father was in the passenger seat. My aunt, this same aunt, her fiancé (very recent) and I were all sharing the back seat.

Like most little kids I was jabbering away. It was clear this was not my aunt’s idea of heaven. I could tell because she sighed a lot,

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Day 252. Mmmm Good!

I love it when something I read triggers pleasant memories.  Yesterday morning I had such an experience.  And it was so vivid, I wasn’t just remembering.  I was 50sthere.

It was a warm, fall day and I was five years old again.  I was playing on our back balcony.  It was mid day.  My mother, who had been out there with me, went into the house to make our lunch.

She surprised me with my all time favourite, which we ate outside.  Campbell’s tomato rice soup.  With saltines crumbled on top.  And grilled cheese sandwiches.

Honestly, it was as if I was teleported back in time.  I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and arms.  I could hear her asking me if I was hungry.  I could see the curls of smoke rising out of the bowl of soup; and feel the first spoonful burn my lips and tongue.  I could taste the acidic tartness of the tomatoes.  And I could see the melted cheese oozing out from between the slices of buttery, grilled bread.

The images flashing before my eyes were so real, I could see her buttering both sides of the bread (plain, white, sliced sandwich loaf), putting a slice of yellow Kraft cheese between the two pieces and putting the sandwich Continue reading