Several days before my eighth birthday I rode my bike into the path of a car on A1A. Riding my bike on A1A was strictly forbidden and as I swerved to avoid the car, I fell and broke my arm knowing that my parents were going to kill me.
It is easy to forget just how cold a home in Fort Lauderdale could get 50 years ago. My childhood home had floor-to-ceiling jalousie windows, which were only marginally more airtight than a screen, in every room and no heater. We shivered and froze through many a cold snap until January of 1968 when it
My mother attended a Catholic girls’ school during the Depression, and the nuns emphasized the importance of frugality. These early lessons made an impression on Mom, and until the end of her days she always loved a bargain. She clipped coupons and waited for sales and read the Sunday newspaper looking for specials.
One of my Millennial coworkers recently resigned to move her young family to the green and leafy Chicago suburbs. “I can’t raise my kids here,” she told me. “There’s too much crime.”
It had been a long, exhausting day and as I packed up the meeting room at the Hilton my mind had entered its blank, “the-day-is-over” mode. As I left the hotel I was grateful the weekend’s meeting had been local so I did not have to deal with heading to the airport.
The gardenia bush next to the screened porch was planted when the house was built in 1959. When we bought the house, the gardenia, after years of neglect, was an eyesore, devoid of foliage; we were going to remove it but my mom convinced me not to. “All it needs is some water and fertilizer,”
The trouble with summer in South Florida, if you can ignore the heat, the humidity and the hurricanes, is the mosquitoes. It may be my imagination but it seems like the critters are larger, more numerous and way more aggressive than when I was a kid. The mosquitoes that make it impossible for me to
I know I have been blessed with access to a good education. I’m indebted to the nuns who taught me to read phonetically and emphasized the importance of spelling and grammar and syntax, all without the benefit of Common Core Competencies. I’ll be eternally grateful to the Florida University System that saw fit to provide
“Hello,” said the waiter, “my name is Harmony and I’m here to help you make wise food choices tonight.” He paused as though waiting for a response while four middle-aged men stared at him, mouths open.
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I spend my professional life living in the abject fear that I may, in total innocence, utter something that is politically incorrect or offensive to someone whose sensitivity threshold is much lower than mine. It was just last week that a client angrily accused me of being insensitive to “little people” because I used a
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