Category Archives: Memories
Sweet Girls
Last year on this date, I wrote about a little girl who made me feel a little better about myself at a time I was hurt and vulnerable. (A Lesson In Shame) So today, I thought it would be appropriate to write about another childhood friend. When I was fifteen, my family moved across town. …
Working Just Enough
Years ago I went out to San Diego to attend a wedding. I had never been to California before. I think now – at the place I am in my life right now – I would fit in quite well. But thirty-five years ago, it was quite a shock. Because I met people who were …
The Things I Love
Years ago, when I was just starting my working career, I rented a tiny apartment from a very nice older couple. These folks, Mr. and Mrs. Manchester, were really old. I mean, they must have been the age that my husband and I are now. But of course, that made them very old indeed to …
Advice From My Best Friend
It’s Theo’s Birthday! He’s three years old. All grown up. I cannot believe how fast the time went. And I can’t imagine my life without him. Truly, he is my best friend. Theo has taught me so much in the last three years. In comparison, I’ve taught him so little. He pees and poops …
A Father’s Duties
In the parking lot at the Petco store, I watch a dad with his three kids. Two boys and girl. The boys are maybe seven and eight; the little girl perhaps four. At the entrance to the store, Dad stops. I see him tell the boys to wait a second. Dad has noticed that the …
Dear Mom
Back in December, I wrote a post to my mother, apologizing for all the aggravation I caused her. I finally understood how aggravating I actually was, now that I had a dog who was demonstrating to me every possible aggravation a mother can feel. I never showed that post to Mom, however. Sometimes she’s a …
Bird Droppings
When I was a freshman in high school, I had a pretty long walk to school. And I added to my long walk by meeting up with some friends who did not live near me. I had to walk several blocks in the opposite direction of the school in order to join them. I could …
Note To Self
Every once in a while I see an essay or blog or video that looks back to the author’s childhood – hoping somehow to make it better. Invariably, these stories are titled something like, “What I Wish I Could Tell My Younger Self.” I can see the appeal of it. From a decades-later perspective, when …
