For the first 50 years of my life, my perfectionist self mistakenly believed it was all about knowing more, getting it right, planning, attempting to prevent bad things from happening, and keeping all of my chicks in a row. It took me this long to discover that the JOURNEY is all that matters. This quote from Gilda Radner sums it all up:

"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Wicked Tulips

 Yesterday, I did something I've never done before.

I went to a tulip farm with my two daughters.

We drove to Johnston, RI to

Tickets are needed in order to enter.  They can be purchased on
their website, but the tickets sell out pretty fast - especially for weekend days.

There were two areas on the farm.  
One field was just for "show".  
Tulips were labeled and planted in groupings.
No picking was allowed here.

The rest of the farm was open for picking
with a charge of $1 per stem.

It was a beautiful day - sunny and warm with a gentle breeze.
There were many colors and varieties of tulips to choose from.

We spent over an hour at the farm, picking flowers and taking pictures.

Before checking out,  we went to a wrapping station to bundle
and count our stems.

After stopping at a store to get a few buckets and some water to help our 
$40 worth of tulips survive the heat, we stopped for dinner 
at Cindy's Diner in North Scituate, RI.

Chocolate milk shakes, grilled cheese, french fries, hamburger -  everything
was soooo good!  And it was a very friendly atmosphere too!

When I got home,  I made two beautiful arrangements!
Putting them in ice water revived the drooping tulips.

I'm so happy that both of my girls live close enough
for us to be able to do things together. 
It was a very simple day,
but a very good day!

Do your tulips droop when you put them in a vase?

 Try this.

The reason they droop is that the stems are hollow and
as they attempt to soak up the water, they get air bubbles
that can't escape inside the stem.  The air bubble prevents
water from going up to the flower.

If you poke a hole in the stem right below the flower
with a pin or toothpick, the stem will remain straight
and won't droop!  Try it!

(I hear this also works for other hollow-stemmed flowers
such as Gerbera Daisies.)

Sunday, April 22, 2018

A Different Birthday Blog

I have a standing tradition of posting a blog on the birthday of each of my kids to celebrate their lives in a special way.  In the past,  I've included lots of pictures.  I have thousands of pictures from their childhood days, school events, and family times to draw from.  

Today I am faced with a dilemma.

It is unlike dilemma's I've faced in years past,  such as whether or not it's time to potty-train
or what time to set a curfew for teenagers. 

For the first time, this year,  I feel like it isn't appropriate anymore to post pictures of my angel-faced little boy at different stages of childhood.  BUT, at the same time, I also don't feel it's appropriate to brag about my grown-up son and how wonderful he is - not to mention how I just scrolled through my phone and don't have a single photo of Adam from the recent past.  

The funny thing is this:  I don't wish I could go back in time.  I don't wish that my son was still a teenager struggling to find himself.  I'm happy that Adam is a successful man who has a meaningful career, living in a city that he loves.  I love that he's happy with himself and his life.  I am proud of who he is and look forward to all the future has to offer him.

A wise person once said there are two important gifts a mother can give to her child.  The first is roots.  The second is wings.


Since this is a birthday blog,  I have one more thing to do before I'm done.

Adam,  I have known you and loved you longer than any 
other person on this earth - 27 years to be exact.  

I wish you the happiest of days, today and always!

(see you next weekend!)



Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Happy National Siblings Day to My Sister, Lori!

I did not get my love of photography from my parents.  

On this National Siblings Day, 
I was hard pressed to find decent photos of
me and my sister, Lori, before the age of 20.
The ones that I show here are from our old 
"home movies"
that replaced real photos in our house at about the
same time that my sister was born.

Nonetheless, I was able to capture screen shots from these
grainy, blurry 8 mm film reels to create some of 
our history together as young children.

I am 4 years older than my sister, Lori.  We used to ride
the mechanical horse together when my mom took us to 
the laundromat .

This actual photo was taken the day of Lori's baptism.  
She was held by Aunt Connie as I looked on adoringly.

Here we are running down the sand dunes on Cape Cod.

Most likely on the same trip, we were splashed by a giant wave
on the beach with my mom.

This was Christmas morning with our snap-on curlers still in our hair.

I believe this was filmed when we were on our way back
from the camp store with ice cream treats.

Another beach picture - this time with my dad.
I still remember this bathing suit - but I don't remember what
those strategically placed emblems were on my patriotic
bathing suit!  Stars?  Mom, what were you thinking?

We were twins in our red Danskin shirts 
 in Florida that year.

I don't know who took this once-in-a-lifetime shot, but it was taken at 
the Canadian Open with my heart-throb - Jack Nicklaus -
and only half of me made it in the picture!

There have been many good pictures since then.

And I hope there will be many, many more!

On the National Siblings Day 2018,

I hope you know how important you are to me.
I hope you know I am always here for you.
I hope you know how much I love you!

Saturday, March 24, 2018

I Didn't March Today

I made this poster yesterday in anticipation of attending March for Our Lives in New York City today.  I was unable to make the trip this morning.  Initially, I was disappointed that I couldn't be a part of this historical event.  However, as I watch the non-stop coverage of the March for Our Lives event in our nation's capital,  I know that this is what I was meant to do today.  

I am so proud of the youth of our country that are participating in rallies against gun violence.  I am in awe of these young people who are fearless as they go up against the government and the NRA.  The pain and anger they feel propel them into action.  They are not intimidated by elected officials.  They do not believe adults who tell them change is impossible.  They speak with confidence and clarity on national television.  They grieve together and inspire each other.

I am now watching Martin Luther King Jr.'s granddaughter with tears at the hope in her eyes and the response of the crowd to this little girl who carries on the dreams of her grandfather.  I can so easily remember when I was a young teen who was untarnished by the world of adults.  I felt deeply about issues of my day.  I, too, was idealistic.  This is the way of the young.

The top-selling book of my teen years was Jonathan Livingston Seagull.  It was a story of a young seagull with big ambitions. He was determined to be more than an ordinary gull. Against the conventions of seagull society, he learns to fly higher and faster than any other gull.   I remember reading this book often and being inspired by its words.  I remember crying tears of joy for Jonathan as he learned to do the impossible.  

Here are some quotes from the book that apply to these young people today and in the coming days, months, and years as they too strive to accomplish what others feel is impossible:

These young people are choosing the kind of world they want to live in.  They have learned this the hard way.  They have been on the receiving end of gun violence and believe that they can overcome what others feel are incredible limitations.  They believe they are capable of being the force of change in this country.

I'm sure many people view these young people as idealistic yet unrealistic.  They may not believe these kids are capable of making a difference with lawmakers against the NRA.  A few weeks ago they were just high school students, yet today they have organized an incredibly moving rally of more than a million people.  Their message is well-spoken.  They are young but it is apparent that they are very powerful.  They are united in mission - from all parts of the country, from all ethnicities, from all economic backgrounds - to make America a safer place.   I can't wait to see what they are able to achieve in the weeks, months, and years to come!

Friday, March 16, 2018

Bad to the Bone

I'm 58 years old.

I make no bones about wanting to stay fit as I age - 


My determination is bone-deep.
Give me a challenge and I have to try to meet it.

When I was 50, I had my first bone scan.
It revealed that my bones were not as strong as they should be.
The doctor said it was probably because I am a petite woman
and it is common to have less bone mass than larger women.
I wasn't very concerned.  
We increased by vitamin D to normal levels.
I started jogging.

A repeated bone scan a 52 showed a slight improvement.
However, despite walking miles daily with my dogs and keeping active,
bone density scans at age 54 and 56 revealed more and more
bone density loss to the point of showing slight osteoporosis in 
sections of my spine.

I knew in my bones that I needed to do more.

I spent hours and hours online - 
boning up on osteoporosis.

(I am not a lazy-bones).

I knew I didn't want to take medication to build up my bones.

This is what I found:

The bare bones of the matter is simple.

Weight training makes your muscles AND BONES stronger.

For two years,  I have been going to the gym 4 or 5 times per week,
lifting weights for about 30 minutes each time.
When I began,  I couldn't lift much weight at all, but over time I
was able to lift more and more.  Each day,  I would concentrate on
different muscle groups.

I have also been active in other ways.  
I still walk the dogs.
I play pickle ball.
I play racquetball.
I do heavy yard work.

I have changed my diet too. 

I eat calcium-rich foods.

I limit my salt intake because when your body eliminates
excess salt from your body, calcium is also eliminated.

I take vitamin D and magnesium supplements daily.

I had another bone scan done last month.
I got a message from my doctor when the results came in.

"Great news on your bone density. It is significantly improved from your previous test.
No osteoporosis. Both hip and spine have improved.
Keep exercising and maintain your Vitamin D supplementation."

In just two years,  
I have increased the bone density in my lumbar spine by 4.5% 
and increased the bone density in my hip by 11.1%. 

It feels so good to see my efforts rewarded!

And the change is not limited to my bones.

The increase in muscle has enabled me to eat more
without gaining weight.
My clothes fit and look better.
(I wore a bikini for the first time in many years.)

The serotonin released when I exercise has made my
life better in so many ways too!

And for all of you out there that are still young and figure this 
is not something that applies to you - you're wrong.
The more you build your bones while you're young,
the better off you will be after menopause when you
start losing bone mass faster.  You will have more bone mass
to begin with.

Just as it's never too early to start strengthening your bones,
it's also never too late!

"To succeed in life you need 3 things: 

a wishbone,

a backbone 


a funny bone.

                                                             ~Reba McEntire