cousins – robin maderich – write-brained scribbler and crafter-on-the-loose

Girls, Girls, Girls

Okay, I know that title got someone’s attention. More than Old Ladies, Old Ladies, Old Ladies might have at any rate.

This past weekend was a “girls’ weekend” with my cousins. None of us are spring chickens. We all called ourselves old ladies multiple times during conversations. Sometimes bemoaning certain facts of our age, sometimes just busting on each other, sometimes, well, sometimes because, to those who are younger, this is exactly what we are.

Milkshakes & Memories

On the 2nd of June, I drove up to Secaucus, New Jersey, parked in the hot parking lot, and headed on over to the train station. I felt rather proud of my confidence as I purchased my round trip ticket to Penn Station, stood with the rest of the people waiting for the train, and boarded. When my purse got stuck in the closing door, I began to question my confidence and wondered, for the merest second, if the day was going to go downhill. Seemed silly to think so, especially with the day’s plan.