December 24, 2024
In the 1970s, my parents owned a big, old home on Route 9 in Ocean View. It was a two-story structure set back from the road with a long unpaved...
In the 1970s, my parents owned a big, old home on Route 9 in Ocean View. It was a two-story structure set back from the road with a long unpaved...
On a late December eve youwatch a scavenging red-tailedhawk land in the sling-shotcrotch of a backyard pitch pinetree competing with a local beachfox for squirrel and rabbit prey. You see...
“Karen?” There it is. “Karen?” You should answer but you’re cranky. “Karen?” Others in the room glance around and your face burns. “Kar-” “Yes, thanks.” You didn’t mean for your...
At Christmas, there is no difference between past, present and future. Time merges together. And that’s a melancholy feeling. My stepfather was forever scarred by a toy he never got....
Years and days blend like ingredients in a cake. Who knows when something happened in the 1950s? To our grandchildren, it’s like prehistoric times, when dinosaurs roamed Cape May County....
It’s not about the presents,Underneath the Christmas tree.Nor the tinsel or the bows,Or the largely overdrawn fees. It’s not about old Santa Claus,Or pulling a one horse sleigh.It’s not about...
An unexpected holiday tradition cut its way into my family in 1978. That was the year that my grandmother shared our Christmas knife with my mother. Yes. A designated-veteran knife...
