The morning of March 26, I take a Lyft 35 minutes from my urban New Jersey apartment to get my first Pfizer shot. I consciously hold back a relieved sob as I sit for the 15-minute waiting period.

That afternoon I find out a family member is positive for COVID.


I shuddered a lot last week. Each time I saw someone on social or conventional media suggest we “shut down” our Facebook accounts or just “delete the app,” a chill went up my arms.

No. Just no.

I realize it’s what all the cool kids were saying when Facebook, Instagram…


WASHINGTON, D.C. — As I write this, the death count in the United States due to COVID-19 is nearing 700,000.

We’re so far in, so numb, you’ll keep reading and the gravity of it will likely not land.

But if I show you the photos and videos I shot on…


I can’t quite do justice to how happy I feel right now at Pier A Park in Hoboken, plopped at Alessio’s metallic blue tables, looking at one of the most spectacular views on Earth. This day holds magic in its ordinariness. Few people. Shimmering water. Geese dotting the lush green…


For about 20 years I’ve been an independent contractor. Because of the tragedy of 9/11 and its ripple effects, I came to know the term “income streams.”

And, my word, does it make me happy.

As we approach the 20-year mark for the despicable terrorist attacks that day, I have…


I saw my father four times between March 2020 and March 2021. Each time, the conversation began with some version of this.

Me: Dad, you know I’d hug you but it doesn’t seem wise given the pandemic.

Dad: Nan, they’re overblowing it. It’s not as bad as they’re saying.

Me…


Why is the cool, rainy weather soothing me so much on a holiday weekend?

Alternate options might be that it’s disappointing me or depressing me or hampering me in some way.

Nope.

None of that.

Even the gray clouds sans rain on this third day of the Memorial Day weekend…


“I’m way too excited about this outing,” I say as I get into my friend’s Volvo recently.

We’re on our way to a diner for pancakes. At least that will be my chosen lunch. And indoors, to boot.

Diner coffee. Diner pancakes. Diner banter. …


It seems many people who struggle to connect with their parents as flawed humans as opposed to authority figures eventually find a natural connector when they have kids. Seeing their parents interact with their grandchildren gives the relationship a new dimension.

That wasn’t my path. Frankly, I don’t completely understand…


(Editor’s Note: When Frank Sinatra died [May 14, 1998] I was a sports writer for The Trenton Times. I immediately called the paper and asked if I could write an op-ed. After it was published I framed it and gave it to my father for Father’s Day that year. Here…

Nancy Colasurdo

Columnist, Blogger, Author, Coach in the Greater NYC area. Six-word bio: Zen chick with a Jersey edge. Favorite topics: gender, politics, race, meaning of life.

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