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Memories Archives - Page 2 of 5 - All The Single Girlfriends

Young At Heart

Jun 18, 2011 by

Young At Heart

My Dad is the greatest guy. He’s young at heart and full of forgiveness. He’s always been one of those Dads that other kids wanted to be around. I miss him, now that I’m far away in CO and he’s still in NY. But, there will always be a soft spot in my heart for my Dad. This picture is one of my favorite – it’s my Dad with my oldest daughter when she was about seven. This is how I will always remember him – as this ‘guy’ – the one who made all the kids happy to be kids. This Dad was warm, happy, funny, full of laughter, and always ready for a camping trip. Up with Dads everywhere!...

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Present – The Story Of Me And My Dad...

Jun 18, 2011 by

Present – The Story Of Me And My Dad

My dad bought me the nicest ring last weekend at the local Fine Arts Center.  I love it!  It’s a beautiful ring, but mostly I like how it makes me feel like an adored little girl. Is that odd at my age?  I suppose it could be, but that’s the story of me and my dad. The story starts with a very functional relationship between two very young people, my father in his early 20s and me as a young child.  I suppose parenting is a mystery for many people when a first child is born, but since my grandparents had divorced in my dad’s childhood, something uncommon and frowned upon at the time, the future must  have been that much more murky. It could not have been easy.  With no model for an...

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It’s Raining Men

Jun 17, 2011 by

It’s Raining Men

It’s Father’s Day , the time of year when we celebrate our Dads. Saw a card in the store the other day, Said something like…”Want to know why Father’s Day is in June? A bunch of dads were sitting around about a month after Mother’s Day and said Hey! What about us!!” Hallmark outsells Mothers Day cards 9:1 over Fathers Day. According to all the ads, every man alive wants a big screen TV or power tools (OK, a few fashion conscious men want golf shirts and madras shorts) If you believe Madison Ave, every man will be grilling something this coming Sunday, usually huge hunks of beef. Seems a bit limited and stereotypical to me. Fathers should be every bit as celebrated as Moms! I’m lucky to still have my Dad. He’s an...

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The Secret Side Of My Dad

Jun 17, 2011 by

The Secret Side Of My Dad

I’ve always heard that it’s common for girls to not get along with their mothers, particularly during the terrible teens, but that was never the case for me.  I honestly cannot remember ever getting into a single fight with my mom.  Dad, however, was a different story. Dad was Archie to Mom’s Edith.  He was a very large, intimidating man and was not the most patient person in the world.  Most people were afraid of him, but for some reason, I never was.  I think he liked that I would stand up to him, but it also frustrated him.  He loved to push my buttons, teasing me relentlessly until my temper flared and I would yell at him and storm off.   We had a couple fights that were doozies and it wasn’t completely uncommon...

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Finding the Right Words

Jun 17, 2011 by

Finding the Right Words

My father, Sol Radam, died at the age of 90, right after celebrating his ‘second’ 90th birthday. It seemed fitting that my bigger- than- life father would wind up with two birthdays. We always believed his birth date was December 17, 1913, the date on his passport and Army papers. But at the age of 88, after requesting his birth certificate from Liverpool, England, where he was born, he was informed that his birthday was ‘officially’ January 22, 1914. Evidently the midwife, who delivered him on December 17, didn’t register the birth until January 22 after the turn of the year.  His tombstone in the National Cemetery in Denver, Colorado shows the January date of birth. When it came time to choose words for the tombstone, my family knew we wanted something that captured...

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Making Dreams Come True

Jun 17, 2011 by

Making Dreams Come True

My Dad Carl will turn 88 years young this year and he is my biggest fan and supporter. He is the father of four girls with no sons. With five women in the household including my Mom, a strong and powerful women in her own right,  was 100% behind all of us women pursuing our dreams and goals professionally. He was an enlightened man on equality for women way before it became popular for men to do so. I am so grateful to my Dad for this fact as he was way ahead of the times on supporting non-traditional professional careers and roles for women. Thank you Dad, I love you most for ALWAYS supporting me on pursuing my dreams!...

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Things I WOULDN’T Change About My Life – No Matter What!...

Jun 13, 2011 by

Things I WOULDN’T Change About My Life – No Matter What!

Last week I wrote a post about the things I would change in my life, if I could go back and be a kid again. Things like realizing I was ‘ok’ – maybe more than ‘ok’. I’d have studied more and read great literature in favor of…the stuff I was reading. I’d have realized that I truly did have my whole life ahead of me, when I was 15, and not lamented over the things I allowed to rule the day. Now, I’d like to talk about the things in my life that I would NOT change. There are a lot so I’ll just mention a few in this post. I wouldn’t change my family. We may be dysfunctional to the nth degree in many ways, but at our core we love each other....

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Wouldn’t You Change Anything – Really?...

Jun 6, 2011 by

Wouldn’t You Change Anything – Really?

It always amuses me when folks answer the “If you could change anything about your past, what would it be?” with, “Nothing. If I changed anything, I wouldn’t be me.” Really? Nothing? Absolutely nothing has happened in your past that you would change, if you could go back and make changes? Well, I’d change a lot. And, I’d expect to be the exact same person I am today, only better; sooner. How does that work? Here’s how… When I was a child I was phenomenally shy and introverted. Never mind why. I just was. If I could go back and not be shy, I would. I’d like to engage with the neighborhood kids on a one-on-one level, and not be afraid of being left out because… no one liked me. I remember one instance...

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In Atlanta: The Great Food Truck Race Review: The Lime Truck & Roxy’s Grilled Cheese...

Jun 3, 2011 by

In Atlanta: The Great Food Truck Race Review: The Lime Truck & Roxy’s Grilled Cheese

When was the last time you had an urban picnic?  I spent last weekend chasing Food Trucks!  Really I did. Food Network was filming the reality challenge series The Great Food Truck Race in Atlanta. Tyler Florence is the host. I happen to love eating-on-the-street/food so it seemed like a fun weekend adventure. Street food is not new but Food Trucks take what I call “Urban Picnics” to a gourmet level. Who remembers the ice cream truck? On hot summer days my friends and I would immediately stop playing when we heard Leo’s bell. Popsicles were for “big kid” sharing and Hoodsies were for babies. Boston winters brought the chestnut vendors out in the Back Bay. Men huddled over little carts, with real fire, scooping roasted fruit (they’re not technically a nut) into paper cones....

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I Never Promised You A Rose Garden...

May 11, 2011 by

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

No one ever said it would be easy .. and other 20th century maxims that stick in my brain.  The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Beauty is skin deep. Too many cooks spoil the stew. If your best friend jumped off a cliff, would you? Don’t make me come in there. I’ll give you something to cry about! Who do you think you are? Because I said so… All of the above were uttered by my mother at one time or another, back when I was a kid. This was back in the day – when Moms could threaten bodily harm and not be afraid of being reported to social services. It was back when Moms had power; when any adult woman in your household had power over you, including Aunts and...

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Remembering Barbara

May 7, 2011 by

Remembering Barbara

I lost my Mom 10 years ago-at times it feels like eons, other times it was a blink ago. If you’ve lost your Mom you probably know what I mean. Seldom does a day go by when I don’t think of something I wish I could share with her-good, bad or evil! My Mom was a very involved, hands on mother. She knew what was going on in all of our lives, not that she always approved. There was usually always a daily phone call-and you better have a great excuse for letting her go to voice mail( working nights meant nothing! If she had something to share-you better wake up) She went to all her grandkids recitals, award ceremonies even Little League games. She knew who was arguing with their husbands, who’s kid...

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Mummy I Remember …

May 7, 2011 by

Mummy I Remember …

Memories of my mom sometimes feel like faded rose petals. Rose petals at the stage when they are velvety but the color has changed from vibrant to softer shades. The stage when they drop to the earth but the fragrance is still sweet and strong. At other times those memories seem to be as elusive as when you were a little girl and blew on a dandelion and the winds took the seeds and carried then away.  Sometimes, it feels as though the memories are so overwhelming that I have to close my eyes to get to the next moment in time. What can I tell you who might read this about a women who is dancing in the stars with her soul mate, my dad, and my sister? How can I pay tribute...

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