New Years Eve

New Years Eve. I’m sitting here with my husband watching CNN. Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin are fun. I am very happy right were I am. As far as I am concerned there is NOTHING worth standing in freezing cold with thousands of strangers. I can watch the ball drop while nice and warm in the house.

I gave up resolutions a long time ago. I never kept them anyway. I make goals. Last year one of my goals was to not fall, For those of you who don’t know I was diagnosed with a non cancerous tumor in my left ear. It has been destroyed with radiation but left me with total hearing loss in my left ear and balance issues.

My last fall was in November 2013 and I broke yet another pair of glasses. I decided to wear dollar store glasses until I had gone one year without a fall. Replacing eye glasses twice in one year is expensive. Even with insurance

So my first goal this year is to get new glasses. Then I can deal with my writing goals.. Somewhere in between I’ll get the house clean…maybe. 🙂


A learning vacation NYC part 2

You can’t talk about NY without talking about the food. My mother in law is a fabulous cook and I lot of what I know i learned watching her in the kitchen,  But there was more I got all my food needs meet.  Nathans, which still make the best hot dogs and french fries.  My favorite Polish  restaurant in the neighborhood, Teresa’s.  Of course Dimsum.  There were two additional places filled this foodies soul as well as her stomach.

The day we went to the museum of math we also went to Mario Batali’s new place Eataly.  Amazing.  It’s part grocery store with restaurants in between.  Sort of like a little Italian village.   I purchased a jar of lemon marmalade to bring home. Thought I had wrapped it tightly in my clothes so it wouldn’t break open on the trip home. Unfortunately I could not hide it from the clutches of TSA. Never mind it was sealed shut, had not been opened. It was over 3 oz and was confiscated. I hope they enjoy it…not.

I had originally planned to stay in on Wednesday and rest my legs from the trekking around.  Until my mother in law said the one thing guaranteed to change my mind.  Debbie is bringing the girls.  Debbie is my  husbands youngest sister and I will not give up a chance to spend time with her daughters. Before we met them, we stopped at the famous Algonquin hotel. Home of the infamous round table, where Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchly and others once gathered.  We did not get to see the round table. but I got some marvelous pictures in the lobby.  To stand where so many famous writers had stood was inspiring.

We met Debbie and girls at a restaurant called BUTTER.  It sounded familiar but I couldn’t think of why.  When i entered the restaurant I found out.  It is the restaurant of food network chef,and Chopped judge Alex Guarneschelli.  The food was amazing, the service was impeccable. From my 70+ mother in law to my youngest niece, we were treated well.  When the chef came out to talk to us I was starstruck and actually speechless.  Doesn’t happen often.

The New York subway can be an exercise in futility.I don;t think I understand it any more now than I did when I first visited it over thirty years ago.  However it is a writers treasure trove of characters The subway car was filled with lots of stories.  Half the people were plugged into their devices. Some I was glad to see, were actually reading books. The rest either had their eye closed or were trying to watch their fellow passengers without seeming to do so.


So What did I learn on this trip

I learned I have to pace myself and know when to call  it a day.

I learned that I’d rather have 105 and dry then 85 and humid , guess that means I really have become a dessert rat.

Now if I can just get rid of this lung infection that seems to have followed me home.

You’ve been married how long????

29 years ago today my husband and I were married. When the kids my husband work with found out how long we’ve been married the reaction is universally the same. “to the same person?”

Yes to the same person. They act like it’s a rarity and I got to thinking, is it?
I don’t know.
Between my husband and I there are 9 siblings and only two are divorced, Everyone else is married almost as long if not longer than us. His parents were married for 56 years when my father in law died. my dad was married 3 times for 19, 16 and 20 years respectively. The first two wifes died before he did the third one is still living.
Both our grandparents were married until they died. usually 50 plus years,
So is it genetic? I don’t think so. I think it’s just good examples that and in my case anyway, I married my best friend.

I will leave you with what I think is the best definition of a good marriage. it was given to my by my Nana MacCormack, my dad’s mother. She told me that she had been married to my grandfather for over 50 years. There were days he was wishing she was in hell and there were days she was wishing he was in hell. However they were still the best years of her life.
Works for me Nana.

New Book-DeadMen Do Tell Tales

DeadMenDoTellTalesFINAL200x300_150DPIDEAD MEN DO TELL TALES  written by my evil twin Elaine Joyce is now  available on Smashwords, Amazon,com and Barnes and Noble

Here’s my blurb.
Mona Da Vinci. director of Da Vinci Funeral Home was looking forward to a quiet summer The biggest problem she expected to deal with was which shade of lipstick to use on a corpse. The last thing she expected was to deal with missing employee,murder,money,and drugs. And why does her handsome new employee keep saying he can talk to dead people. No one can do that, or can they?

Here’s a short excerpt I hope you enjoy it enough to want to read more.


Ok, what do you want to ask me?” Luke reached over to grab a cookie off the plate. “These are from the Bake Shop.” It was a statement not a question.

“Of course.”  My culinary expertise or lack thereof was a sore point, at least with me. I could cook enough so Tomas and I would not starve. Baking however was beyond my meager talents.

“So, what’s the problem? Your son getting into trouble with the baseball team?”

“I wish it was that simple,” I grabbed a cookie, “You may hear about it tomorrow. It’s Penny’s Dad, Sam Broward.”

“Isn’t he off on his camping trip? I ran into him at the hardware store last week. He said he had to replace his tackle box.”

“That’s just it. His buddy called and he hasn’t arrived yet.”

“So, maybe he decided to stop somewhere.”

“He was supposed to have left three days ago. Come on, you know Sam. Would he change plans and not let someone know?”

“Why are you telling me this? Penny should come in and file a missing persons report.”

“That’s what I told her but she wanted to wait and call the campsite in the morning. she’s hoping he will have arrived by then.”

“There’s nothing I can do, until a missing persons report is filed. You know that.”

Taking a deep breath, I finally voiced what I had been afraid to say, “Do you think something happened to him?”

“Mona Lisa. Do you want me to tell you the truth, or do you want me to lie?”

He always made me smile when he used my old nickname. He was the only one who still called me that. I looked at him over my coffee cup. “What do you think?”

“Most people Sam’s age are pretty set in their ways. It’s rare that they change their routine even a little.  But it does happen. “

“You know Sam. Would he change his plans, even a little and not tell anyone?”

He shook his head, “Probably not.”

Good at least he didn’t think I was totally crazy. “So, what are we going to do?”

“We are doing nothing. I’m the professional here.  I’ll check and see if they’ve been any John Does reported in the past few days. When you see Penny in the morning, tell her to come in and file a report.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No. Leave this to the professionals.”

I just hoped I wouldn’t be called on in a professional capacity when they finally found Sam.

I searched the internet for the story behind Mothers day and this is what I discovered.

The Greeks were the first to celebrate mothers as marked by spring devotions to the Greek goddess Rhea and the Roman goddess Cybele. Christians celebrated a similar festival revering Mary, the mother of Christ. In more recent times, what we now call Mother’s Day began around 150 years ago when an Appalachian homemaker named Anna Jarvis organized a day called “Mother’s Work Day,” in order to advocate mothers working against poor health conditions within her community. When Jarvis passed away, her daughter Anna began campaigning to US presidents Roosevelt and Taft along with other businessmen to create a specific day honoring mothers, and finally, in 1914, Woodrow Wilson signed a bill recognizing the day.

So to my mom, pictured here with my dad,her sister Anna and her husband, Happy Mothers Day!

You are thought of often and missed so much.

To My mother in law/second mom Happy Mothers day! And to all the Mothers out there whither your children be human or from the animal kingdom, may your mother’s day be happy and filled with love.


 My husband and I went to see this yesterday  afternoon.  Yes, Charton’s seeing a baseball movie, so what else is new?

This was more than  baseball movie. It was a commentary on the time and what Jackie Robinson had to endure because he was such a ground breaker. Oh yes, it has Harrison Ford doing a wonderful job as Branch Rickey.

My mother in law grew up 10 blocks from Ebbets Field. My father in law was a Brooklyn Dodger Fan and to the day he died he never forgave management for moving them to L.A.  I used to tease him and tell him he asked my mother in law out because she lived so close to the ball park. He just smiled and said, “Maybe.”

My husband grew up on stories of the Brooklyn Dodgers and the day they won the Pennant.  I heard the stories from his dad up until he passed away a year ago. However, I could feel him there with us yesterday.  I could see my husband out of the corner of my eye nodding during the movie. Usually when it was something his dad had told him.

Nothing seemed to be sugar coated. It was not pretty in parts, in fact there was times when I was actually ashamed of how people acted then.  However, that was all they knew. Until Jackie showed them dignity, and grace and that he was a hell of a ball player. And he did not have to lower himself to some people’s level to prove his point.

I would recommend this to anyone, even if you don’t necessarily watch baseball.  It is the story of a time in our history that should not be forgotten, or repeated.  It is a story of a true gentleman and athlete. There has been no one like him and I doubt there ever will be.


Things can go wrong

But they also can go right. This is a paraphrase what was said during an interview tonight on the NPR News hour.  All I could think was, truer words were never spoken. He was talking about his life and his 25 yr old marriage.  In life as in marriage there is good and bad. It’s what you do with them that defines you. It reminds me of my grandmothers definition of a good marriage.

“There were times he was wishing I was in hell and there were times I was wishing he was in hell but they were still the best 54 years of my life.
Two very good definitions of life and of marriage.