DELIGHTS

Hello Fellow Readers, Interactions with wildlife can bring a tear to my eye… the wonder of it all. On April 23rd, while walking along Island Beach State Park NJ with canine kid Ellie, we spied a fisherman with what looked a dog. I should preface that Ellie is a rescue who still suffer

Hello Fellow Readers, From time to time over the years, I’ve shared stories of dear Mom who gave me my garden start and many of you have kindly asked about her. Emma Stone joined the angels last Sunday and while there’s sadness, there’s a relief that her difficult last chapter of deme

  “It wants to fly,” explained Jonathan Taylor as we were taking off. I shivering inside surely due to the below freezing temps (not). Jon, I called him then, is long ago friend from my NYC radio days at Kiss-FM. Last Saturday he visited by way of plane. During breakfast at the R

Hello Fellow Readers, There was a gap in the publication cycle of The Press during the holidays so I thought I’d post a behind the scenes of next week’s story… While traveling with Curt and our canine kid Miss Ellie to visit Mom in a nursing home in Virginia these last three years, we

Hello Fellow Readers, Thanks to all of you our Garden Dilemma chats have run for 239 weeks and counting! We shared a range of topics this last year from the most recent ones – the history of poinsettias known as the Flowers of the Holy Night and the Magnitude of Promise of 5,000

Hello Fellow Readers, There’s a country song written by Pat Alger and Ralph Murphy, sung by Kathy Mattea, that I adore. The chorus of Seeds speaks volumes starting with “We’re all just seeds in God’s hands. We start the same, but where we land is sometimes fertile soil and somet

Hello Fellow Readers, Fall is for gathering in the coziness of the season. I recently had the joy of visiting my piano teacher from way back when. She’s now a grand 89 years wise. I’m not sure how long ago she became “Mom J” (J for Jackson) but have fond memories of her 80

Hello fellow readers, Once again, I write from Virginia and admit I’m weary. Witnessing a loved one suffer is heartbreaking; Mom’s most enormous suffering is from fear. When I arrived Saturday, her deep cough and spiked fever seemed inevitable. To soothe her, I began readi

Hello fellow readers, The Blairstown’s Village Green, also known as the pocket park where the old Community Center once stood, benefited from a weeding frenzy and a hefty load of mulch. Thanks to a busload of energetic students from Centenary College in Hackettstown, NJ. Patti Doell w