simply said

I’ve always had a bit of an adversity to the word ‘best’-best cup of coffee, best basketball team, best day ever. But I must say, I was blest to grow up with a ‘best’ friend since I was five.

What could be more peaceful than sipping a hot cup of tea, with honey and lemon, a quiet morning and the spirited dance of hummingbirds?

There are so few locals living in their ancestral homes, and those who remain seem to now live on the outskirts-often in more ways than one- with some bit of gratitude to be able to live here at all.

I haven’t left Long Island in nearly a year and a half, yet the anticipation of the change of seasons feels like an outing,

Cotton Candy, Candied Apple, Hot Dog! The carnival is coming to town!

Now the commander of the club, my father, had full say over the rules and regulations of the ‘clean-plate club’-you had to eat everything on your plate no matter what-head cheese, tripe, borscht-the only one that had any power over the commander was my mother.