Connie Westreich Stories

When I was growing up women and girls appeared to take a back seat in the political and work world. . . .

The land of milk and honey opens up its heart, To view its many wonders is only the start; As we go . . .

The announcement of the death of our 35th president came loud and clear over the loud speaker in my . . .

Times certainly have changed! I remember when I was growing up, one doctor took care of most of the . . .

When I was growing up, “Driver’s Education” was not included in the high-school curriculum. My . . .

“A picture is worth a thousand words” is a well-known saying. What does it really mean? A pictur . . .

Where has it gone? I miss it terribly! When I was growing up, there were no department stores. There . . .

When I was a little girl growing up in a suburb of Queens, New York, dressing for school was very im . . .

It was a dark damp morning in the middle of January. I was about 10 years old, huddled under the bla . . .

The importance of bringing the family together is something that we all believe in. However in today . . .

I grew up in a suburb in the borough of Queens, N.Y. – Richmond Hill, to be exact. I was one of tw . . .

The rhythm and the style of the big band music always fascinated me. I used to like to dance to it � . . .