Category Archives: Memories
The Bowling Alley Revelation
-OR- How My Sister’s Embarrassing Mishap Led Me To My Passion This incident occurred about 50 years ago. So I am not saying that I remember it all accurately. And although I could ask my sister – since it is her incident, not mine – I really don’t want her to screw up my …
Old Dog, New Tricks
It’s the middle of Winter, and it’s gone on way too long. Four days of Winter is probably enough for me. One day of snow, One day of Christmas, One day of sitting by the fire… oh wait, I hate the fourth day too. Make that three days. Anyway, here’s a reprise of my Winter …
Losing It (And Rediscovering It)
A few days ago I misplaced something in my own house. It was a small stack of books. Five copies of my own novel that were earmarked for a giveaway on Goodreads. I had them. They were on the kitchen counter, right near the breadbox. They were there for days. And then I picked them …
A List Of Your Awesomeness
This weekend I went to a birthday celebration. The man who was being honored is a ballroom dancer, and so the party was filled with other dancers. Oh my, the dancing was so lovely, I watched like I was at the ballet. And I need to take some dance lessons this year! But something else …
Think.
2018. Another year. What do I wish to accomplish? Of course I want to lose weight and exercise and clean the house and take better care of my skin. And also, of course, write another book. But on a day-to-day basis. I want to think. And I want those thoughts to go to work. Maybe not go to work. To come …
O Christmas Pan!
Time for Christmas reruns… Here’s my favorite Christmas story. To my husband’s chagrin, I tell it often. 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 …
Oh, Now I Understand
This morning at breakfast, I had some very nice toast and butter. My husband and I are careful with the carbs and the calories, so really good bread is a treat. We are also careful with the evening snacking, so I was really hungry. But there was a pair of sad, pleading eyes staring up …
Can’t Hardly Wait
In April of 1966, I was fifteen and a freshman in high school. There was some kind of evening event – a Spring Concert I think, although I now cannot remember. But back then, it was oh-so-important. And for some reason (or perhaps no reason at all) I wanted a trenchcoat to wear to this …
Thank You, Eddie
In the early 80s, I worked for an Easter Seal Rehabilitation Center. The work we did was mostly physical therapy, speech therapy, and vocational rehabilitation. It was in the north end of Hartford, Connecticut – one of the poorest sections of Hartford. I was glad we were there, even if it was not the best …
The Seniors’ Door
Back when I was in high school – which was either just yesterday or fifty years ago, I forget which – there was a tradition associated with a door. The Seniors’ Door. The high school was a low, 2-story sprawling structure. I don’t think it was all built at the same time. It looked to …
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