Category Archives: Memories
Youth Yearning
There are at least 25 reasons I wouldn’t be 25 again. I’ll write about it someday… In fact, I’ll write about it several times, since I think I can squeeze at least five blogs out of the misery of youth, using an average of five bullet points per post. But there are definitely a few …
No Wonder
I heard the bad news on the radio. Wonder Bread has filed for bankruptcy. Again. It’s only been two years since Hostess Brands originally filed for bankruptcy. Apparently that wasn’t enough time to get the American public excited again about Twinkies and Ding Dongs. That surprises me, because a lot of Americans look like they …
Walking To School With Abraham Lincoln
Way back in the day, I trudged through eight-foot snowdrifts in my nine-mile commute to school. Okay, that was Abraham Lincoln. But I feel almost as old while I wait in the line of traffic following the school bus. It’s a cold day and there was a dusting of snow last night. But that doesn’t …
Starting Off On The Right Foot
I am happy to report significant progress in my third Zumba class. For those who (perhaps wisely) pay no attention to pop culture, Zumba is the latest fitness craze. It is like the aerobics classes that were hot in the eighties, except with more hip action and much cooler music. My first class didn’t really …
Not Quite Right, Dr. Freud
I was reminded the other day of Freud’s theory that by age six or so, a young girl is devastated by the realization that she doesn’t have a penis. She experiences this as a great loss that affects her for the rest of her life. I think I read about Freud’s claims when I was …
A Snow White Christmas
I recently wrote about “Snow White and The Smelly Dwarfs” – but it is Christmas time and I also have a sweet (rather than smelly) Snow White story. This is an except from my as-yet unpublished novel. It’s a fictionalized account of the Christmas when I was five. But it is not so very fictional… the …
O Christmas Pan!
I met my husband in November 1989. By Christmas we were pretty much living together. We weren’t kids – he was in his forties and I was thirty-eight. So we didn’t see much sense in taking it slow. Over decades of dating I had learned one thing about love. You’re better off not expecting him …
Beyond Clean Underwear: Advice From Mom
Today is my mother’s 88th birthday, so I thought it would be appropriate to re-issue this post from August. BEYOND CLEAN UNDERWEAR: ADVICE FROM MOM My mother’s advice extended far beyond bus-proofing my unmentionables. My mother’s advice was wise, witty, and right. The first advice I remember her offering – (there were lots of “don’t …
Not Quite Fourteen
Last week I heard someone say, “Oh no! I’ve become my mother!” Well, I HAVE become my mother. And I couldn’t be happier. Becoming my mother has always been my goal. She’s smart, sweet, pretty, and best of all, funny. And the more I’m like her, the more I like myself too. Except for one tiny …
Not Quite Pulitzer Material
I’m swimming in awards these past two weeks. I’ve been nominated for Versatile Blogger and Liebster Blogger by Prairie Wisdom sandylikeabeach Lorna’s View whatimeant2say kiwsparks Rita’s Reflections as well as nice mentions in blogs by RVing Girl and BigSheepCommunications. I could get really conceited (okay, I already AM really conceited). But I know these compliments …
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