Category Archives: Holiday
Latkes for Santa Claus
It’s that time of year again! Once we see Halloween in the rear view mirror, the rest of year zooms by in the fast lane. This year Hanukkah is only a few days after Thanksgiving. And when the last candle … Continue reading
Counting Latkes
Every Hanukkah the women in our family gather for the traditional latke making event. Kitchen counter space is cleared. Cookie sheets wait in anticipation. Oil is poured. Potatoes, eggs and onions are chopped. And as we’ve been doing for years, … Continue reading
The Curse of the Creeping Cabinet
“The Curse of the Creeping Cabinet” by Tina Ferraro It’s hard to scream or to run for your life when you’re frozen stiff as a board. Even when the reason you’re frozen is blood-curdling panic. There I was, Ella Sanderson, … Continue reading
Father Does Know Best
My dad reading to his three grandchildren Today is my third fatherless Father’s Day. That’s not to say that my dad isn’t with me. Because he’s always in my heart. When I was growing up, my father brought in the bacon. All … Continue reading
Mrs. Claus and the Princesses
For our second interview, Mrs. Claus suggested we meet at the Polar Spa & Meditation Center, located at the far end of the Village. After a wonderful mud bath and massage we sat in lounge chairs wrapped in warm … Continue reading
Meet Mrs. Claus: The Woman Behind the Man who Drives the Sleigh
THE WOMAN BEHIND THE MAN WHO DRIVES THE SLEIGH During this time of the year one man in particular receives all the attention. Yes, Santa Claus is no stranger to the limelight, but as we all know, behind every successful man … Continue reading
Latkes made with love
I love family traditions. And none holds a more special place in my heart than the day the women in our family gather together to make potato latkes for our Hanukah dinner. (Which come early this year. In fact, Thanksgiving … Continue reading
Then: Sliding Home Now: Step Up To The Plate
THEN: SLIDING HOME NOW: STEP UP THE PLATE When I was in college, I used to love to come home for the holidays. I would barge through the front door, drop my dirty laundry on the washing machine, hug my … Continue reading