Suprise Me

I needed something more reliable. My hours were irregular, public transportation spotty, and I lived too far from the hospital to walk.  And it rained and snowed.  Any car that ran would do. That, plus my general ambivalence, is probably why my first car was such a clunker. Read More

Give Me the Low Tech Life What was life like before computers?   Well for one thing we had to look stuff up ourselves. And in those days to change the channel or turn off the TV you actually had to get off the couch,  annoying as that sounds. But at least back then you… Read More

He would hold the instrument behind his back in his left hand, the bow behind his back in the right, and play. Once he had your attention, he would proceed to lie down on the living room carpet and continue, with no loss of rhythm or resonance Read More

Thank heavens I was born into a family that encouraged reading. I did the flashlight under the covers thing from early on. In the summers mom would take us to the public library every week or two and each time we checked out the maximum number of books allowable, 19 as I recall. It was… Read More

It is fair to ask “why do I write”? I ponder that myself. I thought about this question for some time before beginning to write this particular prompt. I never wrote much before being approached by my childhood friends to be a beta tester for their new baby boomer website MyRetrospect. I wrote when an… Read More

"Cheater! Cheater! My babysitter said I cheated at Monopoly.  I didn’t. I just was too shy to ask the rules. Lying—that’s another story. I became a past master at an early age." Read More

I went on to become a journeyman operator and was proud to be a Union Maid. Read More

And so ended my MRI trip down memory lane. It would be a long and winding road to repair what time had done to me. Once — as the Beatles reminded me — I was just 17. Now I am 71. Read More

Rick was alone with our mother for almost 5 years. I was not welcome when I came along. I was a hairless creature. He thought girls should have hair, so I must be a boy, right? He called me “boop-de-boy” and tripped me as I learned to walk. But as I became more fun to… Read More

I definitely have an issue with stuff magically multiplying. Read More