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Thank You, Thank You
By Judy Berman To be appreciated for what you love to do is to feel as if you’ve been kissed by both sides of the sun. Recently, two fellow bloggers nominated me for separate awards: Best Moment Award...
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The Streets of Paris (Part 1)
By Judy Berman Pastries, baguettes, quiche … oh my! We were looking for that Goldilocks’ travel experience – where everything is “just right,” and you don’t wind up in a stranger’s bed. On our first...
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The Streets of Paris (Part 2) – Photo Essay
cafes along rue Mouffetard, Latin Quarter By Judy Berman The city’s energy and soul: its people, its art. After viewing Claude Monet’s massive murals of water lillies in Musee de L’Orangerie, we...
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The Repairman Cometh
Oh, dear. This looks bad. By Judy Berman What is there about the holidays that cause our appliances to go on strike? As the July 4th weekend approached, I was haunted by memories of past holidays when...
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Homicide: Life on the Streets
By Judy Berman For some people, urban violence is as remote as the Himalayas. Try explaining that your main objective as a cops reporter is not getting caught in any crossfire. Someone’s bound to...
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The Chase (fiction)
Illustration by Mark Armstrong By Judy Berman “Just put the money in the sack. Don’t make any wrong moves. I’ve got a gun.” His voice was quiet, but the words were short and clipped. The teller was...
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Claude Monet’s Gardens
By Judy Berman Waterlilies in Claude Monet’s Gardens Claude Monet’s art studio, and his final haven, was in the open air by a pond filled with cream- and rose-tinged water lilies just minutes from his...
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Next Stop – Area 51
UFOs are not alien to Pat Travis-Laudenklos, owner of Little A’Le’Inn in Rachel, Nevada By Judy Berman Leaving Las Vegas, we headed out in search of aliens. There was a reported sighting in Rachel,...
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Gargoyles and Chimeras of Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris
The best-known chimera – guardian demon – is le Stryge. By Judy Berman Parishioners in the late-1800s rushed to Mass, averting their eyes from the eerie, frightening creatures that protruded from the...
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How Do I Count the Ways?
By Judy Berman We’re yin and yang. After 29 years of marriage, we still see life thru a different lens – and often laugh like crazy about our outlooks. What makes a happy marriage? Here are a few...
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Good Times Camping
By Judy Berman Tenting: I don’t do Spartan bravely. On these outings, I miss my warm bed, home-cooked meals, and indoor plumbing. I wondered if we’d need a Sherpa to help us survive “roughing it” for...
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And Don’t Call Me Siri
By Judy Berman One long, lonely weekend, I set out to find the perfect guru to provide answers to life’s eternal questions. I was certain that what I’d searched the world over for was now within my...
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Students Say the Darndest Things
By Judy Berman A bit of mischief, a warped sense of humor, outrageous behavior and that inevitable, unenviable call home have been part of my teaching life for 10 years now. Sometimes, mischievous...
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Sounds Among the Silence
By Judy Berman The cicadas’ shrill rattle disrupts the silence on our stroll thru Turkey Creek’s 130-acre sanctuary in Palm Bay, Florida. Laurel Oak trees hung heavy with moss loom over the sandy soil...
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I Feel Your Pain and Other Annoying Comments
Work smarter, not harder? It is what it is? By Judy Berman A slow, persistent pain began to crawl across my brow and down to my neck. My friend, Bob, asked if I was OK. I confessed that a friend’s...
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The Safe Haven
Refugees registering at Fort Ontario’s refugee camp By Judy Berman An Army post dating back to the 1700s served a peaceful and humanitarian purpose during the last two years of its life. But few knew...
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Into the Wild
By Judy Berman I was just 17. Mad at my folks because they wouldn’t let me go on an end-of-the-year school picnic. It was 5:30 in the morning. I stepped out of my bedroom window onto the back porch. No...
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The Ghosts That Haunt Ashley’s
By Judy Berman Sunday mornings are the eeriest. It’s pitch-black out when Rick Austin opens Ashley’s Restaurant in Rockledge for the day. He’s alone. So, what accounts for the sounds of someone...
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The Raven and The Simpsons
By Judy Berman “Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.” Those lines are from Edgar Allan Poe’s classic tale of horror,...
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War of the Worlds
By Judy Berman It was the night before Halloween. A play on the radio rattled listeners and made headlines around the nation. My Mom, who was 16 then, listened intently to the 1938 radio broadcast on...
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