Category Archives: Aging
When Heartthrobs Need Pacemakers
In honor of the 80th birthday of my first serious crush…. Here is a reprise of my ode to the aging heartthrob: WHEN HEARTTHROBS NEED PACEMAKERS In September of 1964, my heart did a pitty-pat. Oh sure, I had been swooning over The Beatles for six months already, but I loved them in that screaming …
Perfectly Dirty
As I’ve written before, every day helpful emails jump into my inbox, offering assistance in the most important facets of my life. If I had to categorize them, they’d look something like this: HELPFUL EMAILS BY TYPE The sex emails – though plentiful – I usually ignore. I would much rather read about makeup than …
Do-Over
Every September, as I watch the kids go back to school, I get the same yearning. I wish it were me packing up Dad’s station wagon to go off to college. I’d take my favorite pillow, and those narrow twin-bed sheets and an Indian batik bedspread. I’d bring my popcorn popper to warm a can …
The Things My Things Need
I received an email from my favorite retailer the other day: “Your Jeans Need This” I naturally opened it right away. I was very anxious to know what my jeans needed. My jeans had not expressed any desires or dissatisfactions in quite some time. I was a conscience-stricken that my jeans might be reluctant to …
Sheep Rapport
In honor of Labor Day (because I don’t want to perform any actual Labor) – and in celebration of the start of Country Fair season in New England, here is an encore presentation of my Labor Day post from two years ago – when I first started blogging. ** This weekend I went to the …
Reality Insists.
A low stone wall frames the patio. In Spring, We fill a dozen pots with flowers To set upon the wall. Inpatiens, Dahlias, Begonias surrounding the summer. Once filled, The heavy clay pots refuse to turn – Refuse to give the northern petals face time with the sun. This year, We bought three light pots. …
Itsy-Bitsy
It was appropriate that as we approached the beach the radio was playing,“She Wore An Itsy-Bitsy, Teenie-Weenie, Yellow Polka Dot Bikini.” Not that what I was wearing was itsy-bitsy or teenie-weenie or even yellow polka dot. But it was a bikini. And I was afraid to come out of the locker. I had promised my …
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