By Shelley Hubal
It has happened to all of us. You end a conversation and hours, or even days later, you keep thinking of all the things you wish you had said. This was the case for me recently. I was speaking with a woman in California on a work-related issue, when she asked why we refer …
By Shelley Hubal
It’s time for full disclosure. Feel free to judge; I am ready to be honest. It started slowly, probably around January 2017, but did not reach full abdication until a few months into the pandemic. What am I talking about? I have made a conscious decision to give up watch…
By Shelley Hubal
My grandparent’s home on Wedgewood Terrace in DeWitt, NY, was the center of our large Jewish family. With three first cousins, multiple second cousins, scores of aunts and uncles, and one neighborhood family that we adopted as our own, my sisters and I never ran out of pl…
By Shelly Hubal
Big Mama is a majestic pine tree that lives by a small bend on the Vernal Pool Trail at the Binghamton University Nature Preserve. My family gave the tree that name many years ago when we started hiking the preserve on a regular basis. You can’t miss its thick, twisted roo…
By Shelley Hubal
Hanging above my desk are several postcards created by my Dad. He was a whiz with Photoshop, and I count his postcards among my most cherished possessions. Some of the captions are “Poppa Steve’s Summer Camp for Wayward Children” and “Josh Hubal Stars in the Attack …
