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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Memories

Tuna

I have done a grave disservice to the honorable, reliable, unpretentious Sandwich. I realized this yesterday at Costco. One of my favorite activities at Costco is looking at everyone else’s cart and trying to invent the person’s story by what they buy. It’s easier to do this at a warehouse store rather than the supermarket, …

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Twenty-Five Reasons

Today is my 25th wedding anniversary. That is no small accomplishment for either of us. We are incredibly lucky that we found each other, because there is a very good likelihood that no one else would have been able to stand us. But 25 yearrs ago, we said “I do.”  And we do. Stand each …

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La-La-Land

Just skimming through the New York Times, and I saw a review for the new movie, “La La Land.” From the review and the trailer – I really want to see it. Not that I see a lot of movies anymore. But, when I was a kid, and up through my twenties, I saw just …

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Life-Changing

Here’s a post from three years ago… on the 50th anniversary of the death of John F. Kennedy.   (I promise I will be silly again in a few days, but I’m somber today.) One night over dinner, about thirty years ago, my father was feeling philosophical. He started talking about events that happen in …

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Expired Skill Set

A few days ago, I was pumping gas, and got to do one of those victory fist pumps in my pumping of the pump. Because I love it when I get the meter to stop on exactly 00. But I don’t really need that skill anymore. I haven’t used cash to buy gas in years. …

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Sweetness

This weekend I attended the birthday party of my youngest grandnephew. He is two. I won’t post a photo, because he’s not my kid, but let me assure you that he is right up there with the most adorable kids in the universe. And he is SO smart. He knows all his colors (The balloon …

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I Never Imagined

Recently I overheard two women discussing how their lives turned out so differently from what they had imagined. It got me to thinking about how that might be true for me too. Only when I really thought about it, I could not claim my life was different from what I had pictured, because I realized …

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Speaking Out

Girls are brave. Some men know this. I think many do not, because they cannot share the same reality. Most try. Girls are brave. We know from such an early age – before kindergarten probably – that in general: Boys are bigger. Boys are stronger. And a few – just a few, but an important …

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Of Tom Mix And Clam Chowder

I’m thinking about my father this weekend. He would have been 94 on Saturday. He died 6 years ago and I miss him every day. But I remember him not with sorrow but with joy and laughter. Here’s a post I wrote four years ago, in honor of his 90th. ** Today would have been …

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I Want A Do-Over

My last post was filled with sweet college memories. Because I am still filled with nostalgia for college – as I am every September – here’s a post from three years ago…   DO-OVER Every September, as I watch the kids go back to school, I get the same yearning. I wish it were me …

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