Volume 2, Issue 2 | February, 2022
Newsletter
Women are the storytellers of the family. Our blog allows us to share our stories with people all over the world.

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Here are some recent stories from our blog including some that are heartfelt, one about names and a couple about Baltimore snow and how we deal with it.
How I Wish I Could... If It Weren’t Impossible
How I wish I could be hypnotized and sent back in time to revisit the first two years of my life. How I wish I could tear out of the deep recesses of my brain images, pictures of my grandparents who, I have been told, adored me. How I wish I could remember these very special people long gone.
Heartstrings
You tugged 
on my heartstrings
you 
walking your daughter 
down the aisle 
with pride and joy
All in a Name
After giving life to a baby, the next thing is to give this child a name. This is a daunting task, a serious undertaking, thus scary.
Allen (2), Bennett, Gary, Harvey, Jaye, Lou, Mickey, Nicki, Ray, Rickey, Roy, Sioux, Stanlee, Sydney, Toni. What do all these names have in common? They all are the names of FEMALES I have known. I have not included various spellings or all those who have passed through my life.
Snow in Baltimore
Snow in Baltimore is an experience, a bit meshugah (crazy) and always filled with nuttiness. Just hearing the word “snow” in the forecast is enough to start a stampede to the grocery store. I don’t recall this phenomenon growing up. Weather forecasting was not as precise back then, so maybe we rolled with the punches better than we do now.
Baltimore Snow
In his Baltimore accent, my dad used to say, “If you don’t like the weather in Balmer, wait five minutes, and it’ll change.” I didn’t know then that this is something Baltimorians say all the time. I thought he made it up! In any case, it’s the truth. In fact, that’s exactly what has happened as I write these words. Yesterday was below freezing. Today is 54°! It’s like going from Alaska to Florida overnight without having to board a plane!