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As Cool as Can Be

By Rose Ann Sinay

“They’re so cute. I hope you and I are like that when we get old,” I heard the young woman with a New York accent whisper to her companion. After a brief silence, he laughed and replied, “Sure we will.” It was obvious he was into the here-and-now, not thirty years into the future. It […]

Chocolate Covered Zen

By Rose Ann Sinay

I made a promise this year to avoid cold-turkey resolutions I couldn’t keep. So, I decided to take a natural Zen approach to tweaking the 60-plus years of a couple of undesirable habits: my chocolate obsession and my constant procrastination. I have allowed myself leeway with the definition of change, trusting my intuition through meditation. […]

What Lies Within

By Rose Ann Sinay

Remember Carrie Bradshaw’s dream closet in the movie Sex in the City 2? We all oohed and aahed in the theater when she unveiled her luxurious walk-in Shangri-La. Several dozen pairs of stunning designer shoes (each costing at least a month’s salary) were perfectly aligned on shelves, sparkling under hidden light bulbs, conveying the sophistication […]

Treasures of the Heart

By Rose Ann Sinay

My flea market Sundays are dwindling, I thought as I forced myself out of bed to get an early start. I pulled a thick sweater over my head, and debated adding a hooded sweatshirt. I looked forward to my weekly visits to the land of discarded “stuff,” unique restorations and a trove of unexpected treasures. […]

Gold Map

By Rose Ann Sinay

When we got married my husband slipped a gold ring on my finger. Our names were inscribed inside, conveniently, in case I should ever forget. It was the most emotional, important and identifiable piece of jewelry that I’d ever received. There were other precious trinkets to mark the highlights in my life, but they didn’t […]

Age Related

By Rose Ann Sinay

My sister and I tried to slip by the kitchen door unnoticed while our aunts and our mother sat at the kitchen table talking about the extra flab around their middles, pain in their knees and back, diarrhea, constipation and every other thing that a teenager would find totally gross. My sister and I giggled […]

To Glow or Not to Glow

By Rose Ann Sinay

“It’s so hot,” I complained for the umpteenth time, waiting for someone to commiserate with me. It was my first summer in North Carolina, and it was all I could do to open the door to the never-ending wall of sweltering humidity. Sensitive (sniff, sniff) to the uncomfortable combination, I was a prisoner in my […]

Extended Family?

By Rose Ann Sinay

I have five naked plastic bodies in my blanket chest at the end of my bed. Each is encased in its own white plastic bag, the yellow drawstring tightly drawn and knotted. They keep me awake at night wondering what I should do with them. I blame my sister, Tammy, who (on her ninth birthday) […]

Songs to Dream On

By Rose Ann Sinay

Like many mothers-to-be (in the late 70s), I was delighted and stressed over decorating the nursery in genderless shades of yellow and green, and animal or alphabet themes. The ultrasound test that could tell you the sex of your baby was still a thing of the future. The absence of this (now) routine technology is […]

Storm Warning

By Rose Ann Sinay

Friends and I decided to crash a local Mediums’ Convention. None of us believed in fortune tellers. It had just seemed like a fun thing to do – like bringing out the Magic 8-Ball at a sleep over when we were teenagers. Though we wouldn’t admit it, we secretly hoped to hear that we would […]

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