I see the same people every day. We smile at one another, exchange looks, but rarely does a word pass between us. As fellow members of a club…
About Rhonda Silver
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Entries by Rhonda Silver
Last weekend, I went to see the Broadway musical Carousel. I had been anticipating seeing it for months. Three bars into the opening number, The Carousel Waltz, my eyes filled with tears.
You may remember that initially Facebook was available only to college students. At some point it was opened to the general public…
Volunteering has been an important part of my adult life. I have served on the boards of several nonprofit organizations
In this post, I discuss wrestling with the decision of which of your kids’ childhood possessions to save.
Dear Readers and Friends of The Tarnished Years,
I know it has been close to two months since I posted an entry. Some of you may wonder whether this means I am no longer publishing the blog. Let me assure you this is absolutely not the case.
Before I begin this post, I want to thank all of you who have been reading this blog and following The Tarnished Year’s Facebook page. I hope you continue to enjoy and learn from my pieces, as well as from the featured articles. I also hope you find comments by fellow readers to be thought […]
In 1986, George Carlin performed a routine entitled “Stuff.” It became an instant comedy classic. (If interested, you may view his performance on YouTube at https://youtu.be/MvgN5gCuLac.) In recent years, “how to control your stuff” has become an industry—books, blogs, TV segments, Pinterest posts, and more. I expend way too much psychic energy thinking about stuff: having too much stuff and the resulting clutter, organizing my stuff, giving away my stuff, my widowed father’s stuff.
Today I attended a memorial service for a friend’s son who died from a drug overdose. He was in his early twenties and had recently been diagnosed as having bipolar disorder. This is not the first time I have heard this type of tragic news. I imagine the same is true for many of you.
The first time we went to the town of Duck on the Outer Banks of North Carolina was during the summer of 1986. I was pregnant with my first child. My husband and I fell in love with the wide soft beaches, the absence of crowds, and the ocean water that was so much warmer than what we were accustomed to in New Jersey.