Is anyone else starting to lose track of time? Have you forgotten what day it is? “Is today Sunday?” my daughter asked on Saturday. “One of my friends posted that everyday, everywhere, feels like Bergen County on Sunday.” True. She was referring the Blue Laws that keep most stores closed on Sundays in the corner of New Jersey we used to call home.
This week marks the beginning of my 25th year as a runner. On March 4, 1996 I laced up my shoes for the first time and with really no idea of what I was doing podded through a two mile ring of my apartment building in Hackensack, New Jersey. (Read about that HERE).
This is Part 1 of 2. Today I’m discussing why I’m leaving Facebook. Within the next couple weeks I’m going to share how to do that in case anyone else is interested in doing the same.
About a month ago, I made my last post on my personal page and have tried to refrained from commenting or reacting since although I’ve lurked a little in the background as I tried to determine what was good about the social media platform that I might miss (and how I could fill the void). Read more →
On November 19, 1949 – 70 years ago today – my parents were married. While the marriage ended with my father’s death a month shy of their 57th Anniversary, it didn’t for my mother. Reunited six years later, they will always – at least in my mind – be married beyond a vow that only called for “till death do us part.” They set the bar for me on what the ideal marriage should be. They set it pretty high. Read more →