Category Archives: Memories
The Field Trip
In her comment a few days ago, Tess remarked that I must have been a very observant child. Oh yeah. I am hardly ever serious now. But I was a serious kid. I sought logic in an illogical world. Some of my questions were just kid stuff: Why do I have to do Arithmetic homework, …
Welcome To My Ponzi Scheme
Welcome to my Ponzi Scheme. Well, not mine, really. I guess it may have originated with WordPress or with some blogger from the stone-age blogger days. It’s the VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD! I am actually very happy to have received it, because it means that other bloggers like what I write. And that is amazing. In …
Fraidy Cat
There’s a fellow blogger I admire – If I Were Brave: http://ifiwerebraveblog.com/ (if I could figure out how to add a link, I’d do so, but this is the best I can do.) She’s an ordinary woman, a little on the cautious side (in her own opinion), who tries every day to be just a …
Just My Imagination
Every once in a while I wish I could think like a man. Because I’d really like to know what the heck my husband could possibly be thinking. So I decided to give it a try. Here’s an incident from a few years ago, told from what may be my husband’s point of view. I’ve …
Pen Pals – Facebook Style
I am friends with a famous author. Facebook friends. This is not just a case where I clicked ‘Liked’ and now I get posts about the next novel in process or book signing appearance. I do have some celebrity Facebook friends like that. And I kind of like these famous people sharing little snippets with …
Don’t Call Me Shirley
My father named me. My father named all four of his children. I supposed my mother figured she’d love us so keenly regardless of our names, she let my father choose. My mother told me many times that she had wanted to name me Collette. But my father named me Nancy. There is an old …
Orphan Envy
When I was eight, I was in a play. The local Girl’s Club (like the “Y” without the yucky boys) offered afterschool classes, and I signed up for Drama. Good thing they didn’t call it Acting. I suck at Acting but Drama is my life. The drama class put on a play (I think the …
The Conspiracy
I have a theory for everything. Some of my theories are what my family calls “out there”, but I have one theory that has abundant evidence supporting it. I believe that when a boy reaches a certain age, (probably when he discovers his best friend/body part), his father sits him down for a serious and …
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 touch that, you don’t know where it’s been; You’ll put an eye out; Your face will stick that way” warnings) – but this was the …
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