Author Archives: zellalamb

The Perseids Our summers were filled with long lazy days sitting on the beach chatting with friends, swimming or sailing on the bay. Although the water was cold in the Atlantic, Cape Cod Bay was more inviting. It changed temperatures … Continue reading →

“Damn!”, she cried as the mousetrap snapped shut on her finger. This was the second time this morning that she didn’t get her finger out in time as she emptied the traps. She had emptied 6 of them already, throwing … Continue reading →

Dear Diary: There is a new man across the street. I watched him move in from behind my curtains, I could see that he was a good-looking man, and I saw no signs of a wife. My late husband would … Continue reading →

The photograph is of a woman sitting on the front steps of a house with a one-year-old in her lap. Three other children are surrounding her. Two of them are smiling at the baby and are welcoming her; the third, … Continue reading →

I’m getting you a GPS for your birthday. Why? I asked. So that you don’t get lost! But I never get lost. Of course, you do. Don’t you remember on that trip that it took 10 hours to go 20 … Continue reading →

A TREASURED CHEST She spotted it at an estate sale buried among the detritus of a life well lived. Sitting there open and empty it seemed a bit sad. Was it a metaphor for the woman who had owned it? … Continue reading →

The heartbreaking task of emptying our parents’ house lay before us. The family had lived in it for over 50 years, and it still echoed with 3 generations of children running up and down the hallways, making the noise that … Continue reading →

A vending machine Can not replace the mother who made your breakfast

I was a freshman in college at the University of Kansas. I had ten days for Spring Break in the middle of March and I determined to make the best of it. I decided to go visit my best friend … Continue reading →

That green grass in my Florida community looked so inviting and soft. It called to me to come out barefoot, to curl my toes around each soft blade. I longed to sit down cross legged under a tree in the … Continue reading →

The word boomerang has many meanings. Of course, the traditional one is the throwing stick that when thrown properly, comes back to you. I had a friend, Mary, who had adopted a young puppy. She optimistically named it Boomerang. Her … Continue reading →