I had to kick Aging Hysterically to the curb for a couple of months while I worked on two other writing projects. But like the squirrels who are digging up the 700 tulip bulbs in Mom’s garden, I’m back! Before…
As most of you know, New Yorkers woke up to a ton of snow on Monday. Actually, “a ton of snow” is an understatement. I found a calculator that estimated Dan and I shoveled 7488 pounds of mom’s driveway snow,…
The last time I saw my dad upright and walking was on Park Place just off the main drag in our town. He was keying a car. Me: Dad!!!! What the hell! I shouted while jogging towards him. Dad: This…
A lot has happened since my last post, including playing the part of a villager in the virtual performance of the Gift Service at The Reformed Church of Bronxville with my husband Dan. Here is how it went down: Dan:…
Yesterday I was summoned to Mom’s house by Marilyn, her weekend gal, because the bulb in the powder room off the kitchen blew out. It’s one of the long skinny tube guys which meant a trip to the hardware store…
A couple of months ago while walking across my home office I skidded on a magazine and landed on my hip. Had I been 75 I would most likely have landed on the operating table being pinned together by Scotty…
Mom asked me to come over early on Thursday to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I have never been a fan of the parade but I am a fan of mom. Of course I said yes. Plus it was…
A bird sitting on a tree branch outside our bedroom window woke me up this morning by singing his head off. I thought for a second it was early summer, 2021, and I’d just pop up, get my bathing suit…
I am a fickle obsessionist. Most of my obsessions come and go like the wind. Avocados, Kombucha and chocolate for breakfast, Gatorade gum, my minister’s dog Chunky, so unattractive he has become adorable. These fixations are usually fleeting and easy…
I married a man named Dan, who liked to play kick the can…….. What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong is my husband Dan, aka Dan Dan the Pie Man, has a birthday tomorrow and he will NOT let me throw…
I was barreling down the Garden State Parkway the other day with my friend Sue doing 85 mph. We were on route to buy merch for her fabulous store, The Silk Road, when on my butt appeared a sci-fi vehicle…
