Stained-Glass Window-Maker
By Sheryl Kayne
Carmen Moreno, 44, lifts two 6-inch pieces of pink glass from an electric kiln and places them atop one another, forming the face of St. Jude in a stained-glass window being created for the Holy Trinity Catholic Church in Fort Lee, N.J.
“I painted one piece in mineral earth tones and the other in shades of black and white to create shadows and depth,” says Moreno, a freelance artist for J&R Lamb Studios in Wyckoff, N.J. (pop. 16,508).
Founded in 1857 in New York City by brothers Joseph and Richard Lamb, the studio is the oldest continuously operating stained-glass window manufacturer in the nation, having created more than 15,000 original windows and restored more than 8,000 others for places of worship, government buildings, museums, businesses and private homes…
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Sheryl Kayne’s favorite volunteer vacations
By Judy Mandell
“Volunteer travel is the best way to become part of the local scene, to give of yourself, to see the benefits of your shared skills and time, and to return home with fond memories,” says Sheryl Kayne, author of “Volunteer Vacations Across America” (Countryman Press, 2009). Here are some of her favorite volunteer vacations in the U.S.
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Mother’s Day Vs. Father’s Day
By Sheryl Kayne
Mother’s Day comes in May, followed closely by Father’s Day. It’s kind of nice having the two special days of recognition merely six weeks apart. I’m particularly thankful that Mom’s come first in May, because I’m a single mom. Dads are second in June. What really bothers me is the blatant inequality of these nationally celebrated holidays. Think about it. On Mother’s Day, we feed our moms. That second Sunday in May rolls around and every restaurant in town is reserved. People everywhere are saying the same thing: It’s Mom’s special day — let’s fatten her up.
My daughters serve me breakfast in bed, bake me a cake, and take me out to a wonderful dinner. I have to eat everything they make, including the crumbs, to show how much I appreciate their effort. From morning until night, I’m fed, fed, fed.One year I received a box of chocolates. Since I never indulge in sweets in public, I hid the box, planning to enjoy the treats in private as soon as the house was quiet and they were all safely asleep. I love hunting and pecking through boxes of chocolates, guessing what’s inside, and having to take a little taste of each to find out for sure.
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