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Magical Christmas Memories from the Heart

There are many magical memories at Christmas time.  How about those from the kitchen?  They become a joyful gathering place for family and friends, albeit a bit crowded.

Mom’s kitchen, overflowing with love, warmth and super delicious smells, played host to wall-to-wall family.  Today my daughters-in-law have picked up the gauntlet and carry on that tradition.

Tree Wishes

Last Sunday we strolled into town for the lighting of the Somers Christmas tree. The weather outside was frightful. It was dark and rainy, so any light at all would have been welcome, but we had to wait until 5:00PM before the tree was illuminated, and we had an hour and a half to sing some Christmas songs and poke around accompanied by Gidget, the world’s cutest dog. Due to the rain, ...

Dancing

I remember dancing. Jason held me in his arms and we moved with the music, kind of like making love in public (with our clothes on)! I put my head on his shoulder, he would whisper in my ear; it was loving and so romantic. We’d do the fox Trot, the Waltz, Rhumba, Tango, always touching one another. Even when we did the Lindy or the Cha-Cha we touched each other.  

Now people dance ...

After 25 Years, His Business Is Still Smokin’

Author’s Note: See a brief video interview with Adam DeSiena of Doc James Cigars on Facebook page Bruce The Blog.

When Adam DeSiena graduated Pace University with a degree in psychology 25 years ago, he was uncertain about how to turn his education into a vocation. As he says, “You can’t do much with a B.A. in liberal arts.”

Then, in 1993, his dad, who was in the ...

Furrowing My Fabulous Brows

“Who did your eyebrows?”

I turned and looked at the saleslady who asked me that question in the aisle at the beauty store.

“Um, I’m pretty sure they came with the rest of my face,” I responded.

“No, I mean who shapes them? They are fabulous!” she gushed.

“Thanks,” I said. “I do.”

“You wax your OWN ...