Category Archives: Memoir

We’ve Done it Before: How the Community Comes to the Rescue.

I don’t have to tell you we’re in the midst of a near-total shut-down, trying to save as many citizens as possible during an already deadly pandemic. People who aren’t sick yet are hurting, too, trying to maintain their lives, … Continue reading

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What We Talk About When We Talk About Being Old

Don’t Worry, Dearies, this won’t bore you

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That Time I Made it Into Huffington Post

How I got pushed into writing more about my marriage than I thought I wanted to. Continue reading

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About Blogging: Turns Out It’s Personal

I’ve made all sorts of promises about what I want to do here, and haven’t kept a single one, so I’m making no promises about what’s going to happen here. I’m just going to blog as if this is a blog and I’m the blogger. We’ll see how it goes. Continue reading

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Don’t Hate Me For Being Old, But Don’t Love Me For It, Either

I’ve written before about being old, not because I’m proud of it or sad about it or wanting to exploit my age when all else fails (okay, I may have done that), but whenever I do it I feel the … Continue reading

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Looking For Lydia’s Babies

My grandmother, Lydia–my mother’s mother–had two babies out of wedlock before my mother and her three siblings were born.  I didn’t find this out until they were all long gone.  I’ll never know if my own mother knew this and … Continue reading

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On That Day We Lost JFK

On that day I was up in my sewing room, away from the TV.  My four-year-old son was napping, and my 7-year-old daughter was in school. My husband was at work.   It was early afternoon. I heard the back door … Continue reading

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