My favorite New Years Eve was at the home of friends of the family; the Conelleys. I think they were closer to my Aunt Leonia than my mother, but they knew all my aunts and uncles. They were all part of this…
No, this isn’t about some twelve year old’s fever dream of pretty older girls high kicking and dancing on stage. Sure, it could be, but it is not. I didn’t think of them that way. Sure they were pretty, but…
It feels a little bit like giving up. Like when you decide just to put up the little Christmas tree. The one that fits on the tabletop, because there’s really no one but yourself to enjoy it. There is always…
The grownups visited in the basement That basement that George was so proud of He paneled it in that 1960’s style Cheap, but effective, like a boys clubhouse – Leonia and George hosted parties and dinners down there She cooked…