Anyone who reads this blog knows I write about my Dad… a lot. He’s always on my mind since he suffers from late-stage Parkinson’s disease. And yet there’s another person I’m always thinking of, who keeps the machinery of my father’s world moving like clockwork, who’s as necessary, irreplaceable and vital as the sun is to the earth. And that’s […]
With thoughts of future moving in our heads, my husband Randy and I face a house that needs serious purging. I won’t name names but one of us (*cough*) has his work cut out for him in terms of streamlining possessions. Randy and I recently started preliminary fighting dialogue on three main areas of contention… RANDY’S COLLECTIBLES: Me: Really? We need to […]
My parents just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. I wondered what it’s like going through life with the same person for so long. The other day I asked their secret. The answer surprised me. But first, let’s back up. This story began in 1954 when my 24 year-old father stopped to help a middle-aged woman change a […]
Randy raised his flute of champagne. “Happy Anniversary,” he said with a smile. I raised mine in return. We touched glasses. It was June 7th, 2000. Randy and I sat in “Windows on the World”, the sky top restaurant in the North Tower of the World Trade Center. “I can’t believe we’re 106 stories up,” I […]
My husband Randy went out of town this week and it occurred to me how things change when he’s away. Not super-dramatic, but enough to rock the usual rigorous, Swiss-clock precision of the Stone house (kidding). And here, in no particular order, are the changes… Dinners become a joke. Okay, who am I trying […]
No, I’m not talking race, religion, or politics. But I am talking about a difference so pervasive, so challenging, so disturbing that at times we’ve wondered if our relationship could stand it. Randy’s a pack rat. I’m a purger. While my husband has never met a piece of junk mail he doesn’t like, I patrol […]
