I have no idea how long I’ll live, and though I doubt it I’ll make it to 100, turning 50 felt like the halfway point for me. As my birthday drew closer I was dreading it in a way that I never had before. It didn’t bother me when I turned thirty or even forty, […]

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  • March 22, 2017 - 7:05 pm

    Margaret - What a transitional moment. I hope you look back with pride that you were able to move on from this. Not everyone can.

    I do think there is something pivotal about our 50th year. I know a number of women, myself included, who have become more assertive and outspoken about this age. We know who we are and what we want.

    Your piece succeeds in making us feel that dull misery that you seemed to be going through. I’m happy to see in the comments that life has improved.ReplyCancel

    • March 22, 2017 - 7:06 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Margaret, I think you’re right. We reach a point when we think ‘I’m too old for this shit’ and we take action!ReplyCancel

  • March 23, 2017 - 5:59 am

    Danielle - The “so what” in your story is clear and we’ll-supported, Nancy. And I especially think the paragraph about waves in an ocean works. But I think this essay could have benefited from one more read through for comma errors.ReplyCancel

    • March 23, 2017 - 8:43 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Danielle. I am a bit of a comma junkie, so I’ve been using Grammarly as a guide. Maybe it’s not so reliable 🙂ReplyCancel

If you’re looking for a great meatless Monday dinner, how about fish tacos? We have shrimp or fish tacos for dinner almost every week, though rarely on Monday. A few years ago we rented a house with some friends in San Diego and our agreed upon goal was to eat as many tacos as possible […]

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  • March 20, 2017 - 9:00 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Love fish tacos, and shrimp marinated and grilled with garlic, hot pep flakes and lime juice! The San Diego culinary taco challenge memory sounds great!ReplyCancel

    • March 20, 2017 - 9:44 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Never met a fish taco I didn’t like!ReplyCancel

It was my 20th birthday and my boyfriend said he had something special planned. We had one of those on-again-off-again relationships, but at that moment we were on. My birthday is March 31st, one of those days when the weather is predictably unpredictable. That year the night was a balmy and windy 72°. The evening was […]

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  • March 15, 2017 - 8:08 pm

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Fun story, Nancy with some gripping tension all resolved in a memorable ending. Nice prelude to your birthday too.ReplyCancel

  • March 15, 2017 - 10:47 pm

    Margaret Shafer - What a wonderful story! I felt your nervousness, but appreciated the little wink on the side that let me know your imagination was at play. There’s nothing like young love, is there?ReplyCancel

  • March 16, 2017 - 1:17 pm

    Danielle - Aww. What a sweet date! This made me miss the city. Thank you for sharing:)ReplyCancel

    • March 16, 2017 - 1:18 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - I was thinking about this post this morning and how I should have structured it better. I think I may need to rework it 🙂ReplyCancel

  • March 16, 2017 - 4:28 pm

    Melony Boseley - I love reading pieces with a strong setting. I could see that skyline with you. I am jealous of this grand romantic gesture. The only criticism I may have is that I would have just loved this even more if it were just about the walk up to the roof and the sights and sounds of the experience, rather than the night as a whole. Other than that, thanks for the trip to NY! 🙂ReplyCancel

    • March 16, 2017 - 4:51 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - I actually was thinking about re-working the entire piece. If I do I’ll send you the link.

Imagine you’re watching a movie and you can see something terrible is about to happen, but the characters have no idea it is the moment before things change forever. Because they aren’t aware of the future they’re not drinking in every second or paying extra close attention. They are having a regular or in this […]

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  • March 8, 2017 - 7:58 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Profound insight into your feelings Nancy, and the sadness of losing your Mommy at 7. I wish you could have expressed your sadness, your grief, at the time. I don’t know what else to say except I’m sure your own story will help others who may have suffered in a similar sort of way.ReplyCancel

    • March 8, 2017 - 8:06 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Peggy. In retrospect I imagine everyone was doing the best they could.ReplyCancel

  • March 9, 2017 - 7:42 am

    Danielle - Nancy, I especially appreciated your perspective on approaching your mother’s age that she passed and feeling a new wave of grief. My mom died five years ago on Easter (April 8) and each year fresh pain rises up. I hadn’t even thought of years from now what I’ll feel.

    I think you discussed that day with poise and distance, something I’m not quite able to do, yet.ReplyCancel

    • March 9, 2017 - 7:48 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Danielle, I’ve been taken by surprise at the oddest times. Have you read Motherless Daughters? It literally changed my perspective about myself and my experience.ReplyCancel

  • March 9, 2017 - 10:00 am

    sampada - Nancy

    This was a painfully beautiful piece. I love how you started the post, about the television characters not knowing how their life was going to change in a moment.

    I love the little details you used to weave your emotions around.

    I loved how aware you were of your feelings, ever since that age, and how you were able to take us readers on your emotional journey.ReplyCancel

    • March 9, 2017 - 10:34 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Sampada, thanks so much, for visiting and your kind comments.ReplyCancel

  • March 9, 2017 - 2:57 pm

    Ellen - Though I’ve known through your other writing that your mother died when you were young, it is this piece that puts all the pieces together. What a horrible and sad experience that I am so sorry that you had to go through as a new 7 year old. Grief cannot be denied however hard we tried… I’m glad that you’ve been able to reconcile some of yours.ReplyCancel

  • March 9, 2017 - 5:29 pm

    Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - Oh my gosh, Nancy, this is simply beautiful. So raw, so honest, and absolutely exquisite. Your feelings are tangible through your words. I am so very sorry for your loss and for what that has meant to you through your life. But I’m also sure that it has helped bring you to where – and to whom – you are right now in life. Thanks for sharing this.ReplyCancel

    • March 9, 2017 - 5:52 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Lisa! I seem to keep writing through this over and over. I guess that’s what we do.ReplyCancel

  • March 11, 2017 - 11:50 am

    Liz - I was ten. This is exactly right.ReplyCancel

    • March 11, 2017 - 12:32 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Liz, thank you. ReplyCancel

  • March 11, 2017 - 1:10 pm

    Carol Lynn Williams - You are not alone. Your words have eloquently captured every emotion I have felt since March 30, 1976 the day my mom died at 26. I was 6 and I had no idea how drastic my innocent world would change. Thank you for sharing your story. I can’t help but think your mother would be proud of you for reaching out and publicly discussing your pain in an effort to heal yourself and possibly help someone else like me to know I’m not alone. I’m not crazy. I just miss my mom. Thank you. May God bless you.ReplyCancel

    • March 11, 2017 - 1:13 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Carol Lynn, I have written many times about my mother’s death, this was the most direct, but writing is one way to hold her memory. Thank you for your comment.ReplyCancel

  • March 12, 2017 - 12:11 am

    Lori Jones - Nancy, your writing really captures what you lost. I list my mother when I was three and our family suffered for it. Foster homes (Google ones) and then my siblings adopted out and more Foster homes for me til dad remarried when I was ten. Step mom was the worst part of my childhood. Still have a longing to be mother ed as a Sr. Citizen. How do I get over it? Yes, I’ve read ‘Motherless Daughters’. Need to pull it out again.ReplyCancel

  • March 12, 2017 - 12:14 am

    Lori Jones - Oops, I should have proofread. First line s/b I lost. Google s/be good. Sorry about that.ReplyCancel

There is a reason I keep baking scones, and that is because in addition to being a delicious way to start Saturday morning, unlike many other baked goods, scones are incredibly forgiving. They are the indulgent old aunt and exciting new love interest all in one tasty, craggy dome of batter. They can adapt to your […]

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  • March 6, 2017 - 7:40 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Delicious. I’m not much of a scone baker myself but with your easy directions perhaps I’ll have my ten-year-old grandson whip up a batch after school some day!ReplyCancel

    • March 6, 2017 - 8:14 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Peggy, I bet he can do it! When I use frozen butter I just grate it in the food processor, than add the dry ingredients to that and woosh it about ten times.

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