Category Archives: Memories
Maybe I Like Sour Grapes
When I was in college, I entered a university-sponsored short story contest. My story was a variation on the old Aesop’s fable “The Grasshopper and The Ant.” By the way, I can still recite several lines from the Jean De La Fontaine poetic version that I was required to recite in high school – I …
Easter Clothes
Just now, I was pushing little stickpins of cloves into the ham for Easter dinner, and a very old memory came back. It’s funny how an aroma can trigger your brain and suddenly you are back in time – about 60 years this time. Just a little Easter story: When I was about six, my …
The Non-Complaint Department
I overheard the most ordinary – yet extraordinary – conversation yesterday. Two friends were catching up after our Yoga class. One had just returned from visiting her son and grandchildren. “I see my grandchildren so much more than I ever thought I would,” the woman said. “It’s such an easy trip. Bradley [our Connecticut airport] is …
Terms of Endearment
I can easily come up with dozens of little kindnesses that I’ve experienced lately. If I go back further, I can come up with hundreds. Maybe thousands in my whole lifetime, which is about 2/3 of a century now. I’m grateful for those kindnesses and also grateful that I remember them. I’d hate to let …
Not Quite Instant Karma
Today’s hashtag game on Twitter is #ButSomeoneElseTookCredit. A hashtag game, for those of you who don’t know Twitter – (and you are very wise, by the way, it’s awful – it’s very mean … and very addicting) – is an informal contest where everyone tweets on the same subject and you try to be cleverer …
More Random Kindness
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the kindness of strangers (Peripheral Love) – and how it makes our lives better. Some were large and significant acts of kindness and some were just small and random, but even those little gestures matter. Once I started thinking about these little kindnesses, I remembered so many more, …
On Aging and Kindness
When I finished college in the mid-70s, jobs were scarce. I searched for months to find employment. Of course, the fact that I was an English major with no discernible or useful skills probably played a small role in my joblessness. But after eons of fruitless resume-scattering, I received two job offers in the same …
Peripheral Love
I recently wrote about some small joys that help me get through my worrisome days. One in particular I wrote about was my Zumba lady – a woman who dances with abandon (and a totally different rhythm than the music might seem to indicate). She is so wonderfully happy when she dances that she makes …
Inappropriate: Thank You, Mary Tyler Moore
In tribute to the amazing Mary Tyler Moore, here’s a post from 2 years ago. She always made me laugh, and that’s about as nice a compliment as you can get. Thanks, Mary. INAPPROPRIATE I read the other day about a person having an inappropriate case of the giggles. And oh my, a memory …
Soundtracks Of My Tears
In focusing on the small joys of life, there is no doubt about the delight I get in hearing a sparkling, happy song. All I need is to hear “I’m A Believer” or “Walking On Sunshine” or The Rascal’s “Good Lovin’” and my butt starts bouncing and I’m set for the day. However – there …
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