Category Archives: life
Mothers Aren’t Mush
I get as verklempt as the next mother but Mother’s Day mushiness is a crime against us all. We (yes using the royal we here) are not about the ubiquitous pastel potted plants. I will miss my mother forever. I’m … Continue reading
Shorter than a Tweet
I’m craving color. It’s been long winter and spring has turned into one big tease. I’ve grabbed dozens of tulips from Trader Joe’s as I’m waiting for ours to breach. The easiest fix? Nail polish. It’s a double hit of … Continue reading
In the Tea Leaves
I have the confusing distinction of having two bylines, old and new. In my first marriage, I kept my name (Betsy Percoski). When my mother passed, I wanted to honor her and to mark the connection after she left for the … Continue reading
Bridging Brooklyn
In a winter weary park, purple crocus bloom. Bright sun makes a liar of the snow and slush of two days ago. For the past week, I’ve been an honorary Brooklynite. I arrived with my MINI Cooper crammed with groceries … Continue reading
Valentine’s Day? Get Real.
I admit, I’ve written about the joys of love and Valentine’s Day. I blogged about the delight of hand-crafted Valentine cards. I’m happy in love, married and hoping for red roses. BUT, it wasn’t always that way. So I was … Continue reading
Following Atticus and Others
I followed Tom Ryan’s Atticus and learned along the way. Continue reading
Small Towns and Big Stories
Harper Lee contributed to my moral compass like east defines the sunrise. I read her Pulitzer Prize-winning “To Kill a Mockingbird” and saw the movie the year it came out–1963. Up until then, my mother had taken us to Disney movies. … Continue reading
Wings Over Me
I made myself a promise last year. That promise now hovers over my heart and across my shoulder. My first tattoo had marked a milestone birthday. I’d admired tattoo art but had been reluctant to venture into ink. If I … Continue reading
Keeping a Secret, Santa
A buzz was working its way from second grade desk to desk and it wasn’t from the sugar. We knew that Santa Claus was in the building. Continue reading
Thanksgiving is a Pumpkin Tattoo?
How do you celebrate finding out that you got a second chance to live a better life? For me, it’s all about family and a tattoo artist named Ram. A year ago, I found out what happens when your life … Continue reading
