String o' Pearls

Forty-five years ago today, my husband and I were married.  We were a couple of fresh-faced 22-year-olds, recent college graduates, when we ...

It's been two months since I posted anything here.  2011 me doesn't even recognize 2024 me!  When this blog was in its infancy, I us...

On this date in 1980,  I made the best decision of my life and married the man who’d become my forever boyfriend when we were both only 15. ...

My husband and I are celebrating 42 years of wedded bliss today, so I thought it was a good day to talk about marriage. The last thing I wou...

Forty-one years ago today, my husband and I were married on a bitter cold day in our hometown in Upstate NY, at his family's parish chur...

I was at the sink washing dishes one night last week, and suddenly I was struck by the most intense feelings—of gratitude for the many bless...

This summer, I have decided to rededicate myself to this blog!   I don't know why I felt the need to make that a bold exclamation rather...

A few weeks ago, I accompanied my husband on a four-day working trip to Rome.  We flew (or rather he flew, I rode) over on Sunday, January 1...

The youngest of our five sons--and the only one who is still single--is getting married in less than three weeks.  At 26, he is more than re...

My husband and I have been in our old hometown in Upstate NY since the beginning of July, managing our Oyster Haven VRBO rental home, visiti...