Tag Archives: college
Poetry And Poverty
Louise Gluck has been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. I am familiar with the name. I had to re-familiarize myself with her poetry. Life moves from poetry to prose. In high school and college, Poetry saturated me. I have been searching for a better word than saturate. But that’s the one. Poetry surrounded me …
Autumn Shopping Spree
Autumn is here. I love Summer. I hate to see it go. But there is something so appealing about Autumn. The colors, the clear sky, the rustle of the leaves. The kids headed back to school. The shopping. Oh, yes, definitely the shopping. The fall clothes are so beautiful. I window-shop online – you can …
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 …
College Moments
I always have it in September. A wistfulness. I loved school. Not elementary or high school though. College. How I loved college. I finally found a place that suited me completely. The atmosphere of learning. The very air charged with intelligence.Living right where you went to school. Walking to classes. The pride of reading. And …
I Am So Ready
I’m taking a little time off, but I don’t want to take a chance that you’d forget me, so here is a repeat from three years ago. But it’s still true – except for the 61 part. Now I’m 64. And more than ready. I’M FINALLY READY In the winter of my junior year …
I Take It All Back
Yes, I take it all back. Every complaint about living with my husband, that is. Because I was just reminded of another roommate I had long, long time ago. My first college roommate. Let’s call her Blanche. (I thought about calling her Repulsa, but let’s stick with Blanche.) And what brought Blanche back to mind …
Do-Over
Every September, as I watch the kids go back to school, I get the same yearning. I wish it were me packing up Dad’s station wagon to go off to college. I’d take my favorite pillow, and those narrow twin-bed sheets and an Indian batik bedspread. I’d bring my popcorn popper to warm a can …
Oh, The Irony!
Yes, my husband complained about the hardships of preparing a sandwich, while I was cooking dinner. (“Let’s Put It In Context“) But writing about that little incident reminded me that my husband isn’t alone in failing to recognize bad timing. Let’s go back a few years… forty to be exact. (Oh yeah, I still remember. It’s …
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