Category Archives: Memories
Why I Am What I Am
A friend of mine recently remarked: “God gave me boys because He knew I would never be able to make a french braid.” That is the kind of philosophical insight that I just love. And it got me to thinking. What are the reasons I got the attributes I fortunately or unfortunately live with every …
Good Heavens, It’s Lent.
I’m sure as heck not a very religious adult, but I rather admire the religious kid I used to be. I took Lent pretty darn seriously. Well, for six days a week for those six weeks, anyway. I’m not exactly sure why I thought that Sundays didn’t count. Jiminy Crickets, perhaps it was true, and …
The List Of Us
(While my computer undergoes a (hopefully) brief hospitalization, here’s a poem from my poetry site With Resistance.) The List Of Us In my father’s wallet we found one small sheet torn from a notebook folded and re-folded sliced through in the crease and in my father’s careful hand were all his children’s names and birthdates …
The World’s Best Invention
When I wrote last month about the jewelry box my mother bought for me when I was twelve, several people located the box for sale on the web (the same place I found the photo) and suggested I buy it again. For the memory of it. But I don’t need to buy someone else’s similar …
“I Coulda Been Somebody”
In conversation with an acquaintance recently, I remarked that I was getting ready for retirement. “You’ve been getting ready for retirement for three years,” he said. “You’ll never retire.” “Oh yeah?” I answered with my usual snappy repartee. “I will so retire. One more year, tops.” But he was sure I wouldn’t. “You can’t retire. …
My Favorite Days – Part Four
The fourth in a series recounting the best days of my life (so far) – leading up to my very best day. Triple Great Days – The Book An essay I wrote ten years ago provided me with three of the best days of my life – over a span of seven years. One day …
My Favorite Days – Part Three
The third in my posts leading up to the best day of my life: The Day Of The Goat I am not even sure what day this was, never mind what year. If I had to guess, I would say sometime in August around 1995. My husband and I went to the beach in Rhode …
My Favorite Days – Part Two
I’m posting this week about the best days in my life. Here’s another one of those days: My Wedding Day. November 30, 1991 (Yeah, I know. Not very original. But true.) I was a forty-year-old bride – and pretty close to being a forty-one-year old bride at that. I wore a traditional bridal gown. I …
My Favorite Days – Part One
Next week I’ll be celebrating the anniversary of one of the best days of my life. Just thinking about that day led me to consider what other days I would choose as my favorite days. So leading up to The Big Event, for the next couple of days I’m posting some of the runners-up. I …
Anxious
Several years ago, I had a minor health issue while my doctor was on vacation, so I went to see the MD who was covering for him. Months later, I went back to my regular GP, and I happened to see the note that the fill-in doctor wrote on my file: “Patient is an anxious, …
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