I lost Cathy twice; the most recent time was about twenty years ago, and it still causes me immense sadness. I’m not sure what year it was; I know I was still living in New York, and it was Memorial Day weekend. I called her at her house on Fire Island on Saturday morning. “Carol?” […]

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  • May 25, 2016 - 8:38 am

    Christy - Oh Nancy! I can so relate! I have a Cathy or two in my life. What went wrong? I guess we just grew apart. I’m a much different person than I was when I was younger. Some of those relationships needed to drift, others…I’m not so sure.

    I’m attending my first high school reunion in a couple of weeks, part of me is wondering why, even thought I’ve spent $100 on tickets so my hubby and I can go. The other part of me is curious to see whether I’ll be bored to tears or if I’ll be glad I went. Hopping over from yeahwrite. https://awritersplaygroundblog.wordpress.com/ReplyCancel

    • May 25, 2016 - 8:51 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Christy. Even this morning, as if to mock me FB suggested Cathy as someone I might know…ReplyCancel

  • May 25, 2016 - 5:31 pm

    Meg - The heartbreak in this piece is palpable — and one that many people, including myself, can relate to. The passage of time complicates things, too,when trying to decipher why a friendship ended. I’m so glad you shared this and hope that it was cathartic for you. Hugs to you.ReplyCancel

  • May 25, 2016 - 9:54 pm

    Nate - I have a high school friend like this too. We live 5 blocks away from each other in a city 5 hours from our mutual hometown. I’ve only seen him once here. There’s always a niggling, isn’t there? What did I do wrong?ReplyCancel

When I was in college in NYC I lived on Sullivan Street (yes the one Billy Joel sang about) and I was introduced to things like arancini, fresh and smoked mozzarella and prosciutto bread. This was years before EVOO was available in every supermarket in the USA. Having arancini available so easily meant I never […]

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The flyers would go out an hour or two before the performance, but we always got a decent sized audience for each showcase the ALs put on. The ALs was what my siblings and I called our act; A for Alexander (my sisters’ last name) and L for my brother and me. Put that all […]

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  • May 18, 2016 - 7:17 am

    Valerie - Brings back memories. We used to write plays and perform them for relatives.ReplyCancel

  • May 18, 2016 - 11:21 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Hi Nancy,though we all have different families and experiences, I couldn’t help but laugh and relate to the musical portion on your shows. Before my youngest brother was born we 4 siblings did a “musical show” every Saturday for my parents before then getting pizza and watching Adam 12, and I think, the Andy Williams show. We constantly did shows with cousins at gatherings and it was all great fun and fond memories, including the Player Piano at my aunt and uncles where all ages would gather to sing at Sunday dinner. Thanks for your story, and for inspiring the fond memories!ReplyCancel

  • May 19, 2016 - 9:08 pm

    Meg - My siblings and I also did the whole performance-in-the-basement phase. We pretended to be the Cowsills. Sounds like your experience was a great opportunity for bonding. What songs did you sing?ReplyCancel

You wake up bleary eyed, and can’t even function until you get to your favorite caffeine dispensary for that double shot americano, and the jolt it will provide. Ahhhh, that first sip, you can feel your vision sharpening almost as soon as it hits your tongue.  Would it shock you to know that your friend […]

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  • January 13, 2014 - 11:13 am

    Rhonda - That sounds Amazing! I’m going to have to try that out, just based on your description of it alone!ReplyCancel

    • January 13, 2014 - 6:25 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Hope you like it! Please let me know.ReplyCancel

  • January 14, 2014 - 10:54 am

    That Double Shot Americano May Not Be All That ... - […] You wake up bleary eyed, and can’t even function until you get to your favorite caffeine dispensary for that double shot americano, and the jolt it will provide.  […]ReplyCancel

Eats Shoots and Leaves has to be one of the best titled books ever (at least if you’re a grammar nerd like me). Lately I’ve been eating shoots, the kind that are so sweet and tasty this time of year, and are available at my local farmer’s market; pea shoots. If you haven’t had them, […]

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  • May 9, 2016 - 8:48 am

    Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - That is a fabulous title indeed! Kind of want to read the book now. I’ve always enjoyed shoots so that should be a good read!ReplyCancel

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