Written with a pen from the funeral home where my dad was cremated just two months ago, these are my mom's last words. They are written in her journal.
Some of you may have noticed last week that our website was new, easy, simple, blue.
Choosing NOT to continue under the persistent and powerful effects of "the cobbler's son has no shoes" syndrome, we forced the birth of a new Tronvig Group website.
My Monday night—the night Hurricane Sandy came ashore—was spent in my fourth floor apartment on Manhattan Beach. On one side I watched the ocean waves cover the roofs of the homes on the beach. On the other side, I watched the Sheepshead Bay canal waters rush in over cars and through buildings. As I saw all this I was wishing I had packed an inflatable boat in my "to go" bag.
It's day 4 after Hurricane Sandy hit, and I'm just as anxious as I was waiting for the storm. Fortunately, my home is located in a safe zone. Unfortunately, many of my friends' and loved ones' homes aren't.