Weekend Wanderer
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Weekend Wanderer: Not-So-Fond Memories
I have one more story from summer. One more story before I flood you with demands to decorate for Halloween, like, two weeks ago. My…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Can’t Quit Urgent Care
You may recall that day I picked up my son from a Secaucus mall because he had a raging fever. I mean, of course you…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Have an Extra Key
I have a problem. A secret problem. See, I have an extra key on my key ring. I can hear you out there, you know.…
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Weekend Wanderer: Memories That Never Happened
Can you stand one more column about movies? Well, not movies per se. More like the memories surrounding them. Memory is tricky. As the BBC’s…
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Weekend Wanderer: About That Summerween Thing …
As I write this, it’s a steamy July day. The temperature is topping out at 93 degrees, but the humidity is nudging that feeling above…
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Weekend Wanderer: My Gut Wanted More Than Just a Scone
It was a Saturday, and I was driving my son to Secaucus, New Jersey. He was seeing a movie with friends. Why was I driving…
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Weekend Wanderer: Should I Be on An Outdoor Committee?
So, the day I was Googling “how do I get rid of skinks?” was also the day I was tapped to join a committee in…
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Weekend Wanderer: Why Is Benson Boone Singing About My Life?
Ten days ago, I’d never heard of Benson Boone. Good Morning America threw him up at the end of their opening sequence, all wiry Timothy…
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Weekend Wanderer: Old Pictures and a Frozen Cat
Two bins of photographs were among the many things I found when cleaning out Willie’s apartment after she moved to assisted living. These bins are…
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Weekend Wanderer: Zesty Flounder and Love Letters
By the time we had Willie tucked in over at the assisted living side of the Temple of Doom, it was Christmas. And I was…
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Weekend Wanderer: A Mom, by Way of Houdini
I was hanging with Willie in assisted living. That was when the staff on the independent living side of the Temple of Doom asked to…
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Weekend Wanderer: Am I Really Me?
Once my brother became Willie’s guardian, we thought our days of funky financial transactions were over. My brother gave me a stack of Willie’s checks…
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Weekend Wanderer: In Defense of Bad Shark Movies
Summer glides toward us like ocean waves. And I have something to say. Jaws 3 and The Meg are great shark movies. I know, I…
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Weekend Wanderer: My Antique Medical Records
I just finished a book. It was about two young princes. They disappeared from the Tower of London during their uncle’s 15th-century reign. The author’s…
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Weekend Wanderer: Let’s Talk About Hair in the Shower
I was exploring the submarine Becuna, down at the Philadelphia waterfront. I stepped inside the seamen’s bathroom. Although that bathroom hadn’t been used in years,…
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Weekend Wanderer: A Kinda Sorta Golden Bachelorette
I have an update on the Golden Bachelorette. No, not the reality show. I’m talking about Willie. Who — yes, you’re right. Willie is definitely…
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Weekend Wanderer: I’m a Planner
I just did something glorious. It might be the best thing I’ve ever done. Are you ready? Here it goes: I bought a five-year planner. …
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Weekend Wanderer: The Dangers of Hiking
My husband once gifted me two square feet of land. The land is in a wildlife habitat in Scotland. The fee for purchasing those two…
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