Category Archives: Memories
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 little girl sort of way. My September crush was a grown-up love for a sexy man. I was thirteen. And in love with Illya Kuryakin. Illya …
I Missed The Train
The current heat wave reminds me of the first time I ever wanted to be a grown-up. Some kids can’t wait to grow up; but not me. I liked being a kid. I could not picture life without dolls and make-believe. Being an adult looked awful, almost as bad as being a boy – who …
Oh, The Irony!
Yes, my husband complained about the hardships of preparing a sandwich, while I was cooking dinner. (“Let’s Put It In Context“) But writing about that little incident reminded me that my husband isn’t alone in failing to recognize bad timing. Let’s go back a few years… forty to be exact. (Oh yeah, I still remember. It’s …
Oh, Grow Up!
Remember that book from about twenty-five years ago – “All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten” ? It was a cute little book with life lessons like: “Put things back.” “Don’t take stuff that isn’t yours.” “Wash your hands before you eat.” The book was a huge hit, but I’m not sure …
Kissing Frogs
My husband is a sweet eccentric. From reading my blog, you would certainly see the eccentric side – because it’s so much fun to write about. But he’s also quirky enough that some folks have asked me why in the world I was drawn to him in the first place. (as opposed to running for …
How I Won The Dance Contest
I’ve been an ungrateful little blogger. Bloggers love other bloggers, and they like to give each other prizes. The first time someone presented me with a blogging award, I was happy – but skeptical. When you accept on a blogging prize, you have to pass it on to five, seven, or maybe even fifty-seven other …
The Ultimate Youthful Accessory
When I was a little girl, my parents had good friends who had a very pretty daughter. Carolyn was about nine years older than me, and so very mysterious. My sisters were a little older than me, but there was no mystery there – they were just slightly more obnoxious versions of me. And they …
Letters From Home
Lest you think my family was being mean to my mother in poking fun at her lost Frank Sinatra record, let me tell you a little story about my mother’s sense of humor … I was in college in the early 70’s. No one had very much money, but you didn’t need much either. My …
It’s Not Lost
Last night my husband was describing to me the best photograph he had ever taken – a monarch butterfly perched on a dewdrop on a flower. He said that he loved that photo, because it was the most beautiful thing he had ever created. He lost track of that picture years ago, and he wondered …
I’m Finally Ready
In the winter of my junior year of college, the brief phenomenon known as Streaking streaked through our campus. Boys in thick work boots and wool hats and nothing else ran by the women’s dorms every evening. One night, a dozen boys staged a relay. We watched from our windows as they ran by in one-minute …
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