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The Treehouse Chronicles
An extended and rambling metaphor in which this writer resides most of the time. Accused by her companion of many years of living with her head in the clouds, for several months a year they literally share a habitat suspended among the trees. He periodically comes down to earth; she never does.
Additional Column Posts (1 - 10 of 10)
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Running from sequestration
By Gloria S. Redlich - Mar 12Once again we have taken to the air to bridge the broad gap between ourselves and the youngest members of our family, which makes its nest in Los ...
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Dipping into a sweet new year
By Gloria S. Redlich - Oct 04The cycles of the year begin for me in the fall and have always been lovingly associated with walking from our home to synagogue for the High Holy ...
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Adding to our collection of family stories
By Gloria S. Redlich - Jun 13Once again I am making lists. It’s that time of year again as we are just about to move into the Treehouse. The number of things to do seems ...
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End of war, beginning of hope — perhaps
By Gloria S. Redlich - Jan 11Just as we found ourselves caught up in holiday festivities amid the waning days of 2011, we were already anticipating the possibilities of 2012. ...
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Or some place in between
By Gloria S. Redlich - Nov 05Another autumn has slipped by us with its long breaths of cool air and startlingly warm days, in the midst of which we found ourselves once again ...
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We would rather forget?
By Gloria S. Redlich - Jan 08Sitting down on the last day of 2012, I find myself trying to make sense of so much that has happened during the recent holiday season. Most of it ...
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A nostalgic step back in time
By Gloria S. Redlich - Sep 12There we were: 13 of us being ushered to breakfast on the porch of the Surf. It is some 46 years since we began traipsing out to the island each ...
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The Treehouse Chronicles: The small stuff that fills up the stories of our lives
By Gloria S. Redlich - Mar 14T rying to leave home on a holiday is not as easy it seems. It would seem that we could simply pack a few bags, say a few goodbyes and be off. Not ...
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Treehouse Chronicles: Thanksgivings I have known and loved
By Gloria S. Redlich - Nov 21M ore than any holiday I know, Thanksgiving seems to thread together for me the strands of nostalgia for the past with anticipation of moments ...
Young artist in the Treehouse
By Gloria S. Redlich - Aug 17We have just marked off the half-way point of summer in our hideaway in the trees and with it has come — with apologies to Marcel Proust — a ...
