domestic violence month

Elliot’s Story, #whydidshestay

    It is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I believe the more we discuss it, write about it, and share stories, the easier it might become for those being abused to get help and get out.   This is Elliot’s story…   When my uncle fell in love he fell hard. Everyone was surprised, and a few were skeptical. She was ‘an older woman’, a divorcee, and he was nineteen. Being only eleven years older, he was more like my big brother. I was jealous, at first.   I soon learned what a wonderful woman he’d found. She was kind,
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Randomness from Cape May

I used to say, “You couldn’t blast me out of the city of Philadelphia.” Then, one day, leaving the city made all the sense in the world. Even though I rarely feel my age I do think, on some level, our internal clock knows when it’s time to slow down and smell the roses. As I sit here in my beautiful, newly renovated, kitchen and look down the hall and out the front door to this… I feel so blessed. We haven’t had time or energy to go out much, with all the work continuing in the house, but we
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The Cape May Adventure Continues…

    It has been quite a while since my last post. Let me explain what’s been going on around here…   If you’ve been reading my blog, for even a short period of time, you know about our move to Cape May, NJ. When you’ve moved as many times as we have, it should get easier but, unfortunately, uh, no. And, to complicate things, we sold two homes to consolidate into one.   It was a perfect plan. Sell the house in the city, move into the beach house and put it up for sale, then find our ‘forever’
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My Experience with Domestic Violence, Prompted by Janay Rice’s Story

In light of the Ray and Janay Rice saga playing out in the press, I wanted to share my personal experience with ‘Battered Women Syndrome’, ‘Domestic Violence’, whatever you care to call it. I am constantly amazed nothing has changed in my lifetime to protect women, and sometimes men, who are unable to help themselves when being abused. It’s an embarrassment to our justice system. In some places, right here in the USA, a man can get 5 years for abusing his dog, but never spend a minute behind bars for beating the shit out of his wife.   Here’s
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Miracles for Marsha

  While we have been crazy busy with packing, moving, real estate closings, etc., our daughter-in-law has been preparing for her first chemo treatment for breast cancer. We happened to be at their house a few months ago when she discovered the lump. She has no family history, and she’s only 38 years old. We were all shocked. And, they happen to have the most adorable 3 year old you’ll ever meet. I could be prejudiced, but everybody says that about Owen. In trying to decide what would be the best treatment she was given more choices than I ever
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Thank You Billy Joel for a Good Cry

  Last night we saw Billy Joel for the seventh time. We’ve seen him with Elton John twice. The first joint concert was at Veterans Stadium, in Philadelphia, which no longer exists. We had pretty good seats for that one, and I remember Billy’s drummer had gotten food poisoning and Elton’s drummer sat in for him. It was a very cool experience, seeing two of my favorite rock legends together.   The second time was five years ago at ‘whatever they were calling our enclosed stadium at the time’, which is determined by who paid the most to have their
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On the Way to Cape May…

  I’m feeling a bit guilty, for not posting as regularly as I normally do. It’s not for lack of inspiration. So much is happening around here, and lots of it is worthy of a blog post, but finding the time has been a problem. When I find time to be alone and think about writing I can’t always seem to put the thoughts into words. I suppose you could call it sensory overload. If you’ve followed the journey to Cape May, which has been my life for the past several months, you know a bit of what’s going on.
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Crazy Stories That Won’t Make the Book

    My friend, Susie, suggested I write a love letter to our beloved beach house, and maybe turn it into a little book. Great idea, I thought. And even though I haven’t written anything, yet, I’ve been putting it together in my head. What I’m going to share today may not make the book, but it is definitely memories we won’t forget. Over the course of fifteen years there are bound to be some, let’s say, less than fond memories, but things you never forget. When we moved into the city of Philadelphia we rented a house with off
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It’s Father’s Day…I’ve Had a Few

    It’s father’s day. I’ve had a few. The closest to a real father would have to be my grandfather. He was the constant in my life, as father figures go, and I know he loved me a lot. I adored him.   My father-in-law would be the second, in the real father category. He’s been my father the longest, that’s for sure. I like to think he loves me, even though he’s reached a very cranky stage, at 95 years old, and seems to be crankiest with the women in his life. He’s never let go of his
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Four Years and So Much to Share!

Because there have been many newcomers to this site, and my facebook page, I thought I would re-post this so the newbies can catch up, if they want to. I’m also doing it because I’m entrenched in preparing a house to sell, and time is limited. Next week a brand new post, Promise! Thanks for your patience and support! YOU are the best!   We are in the middle of anniversary month, here on the blog, and I planned to give you random links to some of the posts you may have missed from the archives. Putting the links on the
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