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My “Bird’s Eye,” and the View, Diminishing with Age
Birding Blind. Photo by Margo D. Beller. BY MARGO D. BELLER Despite the best effort of advertisers to make those of us of a certain age think we can stay young forever, there are times when you know...
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It’s a Hit: Baseball, Barbecue, Old Friends
Revisiting Fenway and old friends. Photo by Margo D. Beller. BY MARGO D. BELLER I went to college in Boston during the late 1970s. Thanks to the journalism school, and the various dormitories where I...
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Like Two Peas in a Pod, We Rake Together
BY MARGO D. BELLER It will be another good year for hawks, I think as my rake uncovers another cache of nuts beneath the leaves. For weeks, I’ve heard the rifle-like retort of falling nuts smacking...
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Friendships Hang On (Some By a Thread) Through Christmas Cards
BY MARGO D. BELLER Every year, despite the computer technology, my husband and I go through the year-end ritual of buying, writing in, addressing and mailing holiday cards. And every year, I look at...
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Pill Bottles Keep Our Pills Tamper (and Open) Proof
There’s nothing “easy” about this seal. BY MARGO D. BELLER Many years ago, when my uncle and aunt would visit, they would come to breakfast with one of those large pill organizers, the kind with seven...
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I’m Not a ‘Senior,’ But I Have My Moments
Birding is one thing that trumps those “senior moments.” BY MARGO D. BELLER A few weeks ago, I was writing an e-mail to a friend that my older niece, who only the other day fit comfortably in the crook...
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My Birthday: Historically, Not a Fair-Weather Friend
It’s February. It’s my birthday. It’s snowy. BY MARGO D. BELLER February 10 was the coldest day of winter in 1957. My mother told me, many years after the fact, that she was glad to be giving birth to...
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Ukraine Crises Stirs Memories of 1960s Russian Showdown
BY MARGO D. BELLER Anyone who grew up during the 1960s remembers “duck and cover.” At an alert, crawl under your desk and put your arms over your head, and hope the nuclear bomb lobbed by “the...
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Realization: I’m No Spring Chicken After This Winter
BY MARGO D. BELLER As I’ve written before, I have anger issues. I’ll be having what I think is a good day – sun shining, birds at the feeder, husband smiling by my side – and something will set me...
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Spring Annuals: Warblers, Daffodils, Haircuts
Winter. Spring. BY MARGO D. BELLER It’s April. The first warblers are back, the skunk cabbage has popped up, the daffodils are beautiful (until hit with an unexpected return of cold, cruel New Jersey...
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