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With a Song in My Heart: Q is for...

“Que Sera Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)” – Doris Day, 1956.

It was one of those conversations for which I don’t remember the context, originating most likely in a typical child’s naive question about the way of the world.   958 more words


Great New Yorkers: My Grandmother

This past weekend the wife and I packed our two baby girls into their car seats and drove upstate (upstate defined as north of the Bronx/Westchester border) to celebrate the 90th birthday of my Grandmother, Mary Sheahan. 588 more words

Notes From A Polite New Yorker

This good place I'm in

I’m in a good place in my life. I ask myself what does that really mean; this good place that I’m in? I almost want to say I can’t explain it, I just feel and know it. 392 more words

Love & Relationships

I never felt crazy with my grandmother

I never felt crazy with my grandmother. Come to think of it, I never thought of her as a grandmother. She was “Ma”.  An entity all unto herself, like Cher. 399 more words


My Redheaded Firecracker Grandmother

Today would have been my grandmother’s 100th birthday.

She was my mother’s mother, and my last surviving grandparent, whom I affectionately called Mimi because my oldest cousin couldn’t say “grandma” when she was a toddler. 731 more words

the simple life I learned from afternoon time with nanay

I sit down in our veranda, enjoying a good book, feeling fresh wind blowing on my skin, under the shade from the partially forgiving afternoon sun and I feel at peace. 324 more words

Little Red Wolf

Once upon a time there was a little girl in a red cape. She visited her grandmother regularly, who lived in the woods and stubbornly refused to move to town, bringing her various food stuffs her mother had baked. 514 more words