Author Archives: Rosemarie DeSantis Becker
On the ninth day of Christmas. . .
Happy 2012! Can it really be five months since I wrote my last post? I’ve thought about writing so many times and, yet, I did not make the time. When I began writing, it was a way for me to … Continue reading
A Champagne Birthday for Marcus Aurelius!
Earlier tonight Frank and I joined our daughter, Julie, her hubby, Scott and the kids – Mark, Cameron and Ella for dinner. The occasion? It was Mark’s special birthday dinner. Many years ago, Julie and Scott started a family tradition. … Continue reading
Once Upon A Time: The Story of Us
Today was a special day for me, and I want to tell you the story that made it special. Here goes. Once upon a time in the early 1950s, a little girl with black curly hair went to kindergarten and … Continue reading
Pomp and Circumstance, Kindergarten Style!
Today was a special day for my precocious five-year old granddaughter, Anna Rosie, and her kindergarten classmates at Holy Family School in LeRoy. It was, in fact, their graduation day. The sun streamed through the windows of beautiful Holy Family … Continue reading
It took me 53 years to write this one. . . .
Last week I wrote a blog about how quickly time passes. May passed so quickly I didn’t make the time to write. Instead, I summed up the entire month of May in the post with a list of some of … Continue reading
Friends, Romans, Cousins (forever). . .
It’s late. I can’t sleep. I am coughing from this nagging sinus-laryngitis-whatever I seem to have. I slept for 4 hours earlier today so that could have something to do with it. Sitting at my computer will likely not help … Continue reading
Are you headed for the beach or the office?
Today was one of those work days. The ones that make me question my relevance to today’s employees. It was the kind of day that reminded that the volumes written about multiple generations in the workplace should be required reading … Continue reading
Tempus Fugit
I haven’t written a post in thirty days. My pursuit of quietness escaped me this past month. When I began my blog, I intended to post often, daily if possible. I saw blogging as a way to take time for … Continue reading
Boys will be boys, and what about the girls?
Like father, like son. This afternoon, I watched my 18-month old grandson, Daniel, play with miniature cars on my kitchen floor. The sounds of running cars that he made was unmistakably familiar. It’s the sound all little kids make — … Continue reading
You Can Always Go Downtown
There was a time in my life when I wished I lived somewhere else. So many of the people I’ve met personally and professionally are transplants to Rochester. Friends and family have moved away. How come I got stuck here? … Continue reading