The first Christmas of our marriage had an “O Henry Tale” ring about it. We unwrapped our Christmas presents to each other, hit by a sense of shock and awe at what we saw, only to discover that we ...
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 voice to sound that ...
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. There was a ...
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 we use only at ...