Category Archives: familyThis was a real treat when I was a child. Ends & Pieces. That would be bacon I’m talking about here. The meat packing plant would pack up all the bits that are left over when they are finished slicing up the perfect strips of bacon and they heap them onto a styrofoam tray, wrap [...]
Tell us everything you know about the day you were born.
Okay, first of all I need to say this. I’m beginning to feel very, very self-conscious about these blog prompts and I might begin to go off the reservation soon. While this discipline is really good for me, the nature of these prompts is not [...]
So, I’m a day late … you’ll have to decide whether or not I’m a dollar short. I was off the grid yesterday, floating down a river in a tube with a group of teenagers and their moms (and a few dads). Well … we each had our own tube. There are now sunburns aplenty [...]
Perhaps you’ve played this game. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse lets you have one free pass — one special man or woman who is so attractive and out of reach that if circumstances allowed it, your partner would allow you to sleep with that person. Most monogamous couples feel safe with the free pass [...]
Well, this is awkward. Today’s prompt from NaBloPoMo is -
Tell us about your first kiss.
So.
Just how personal (read vulnerable) do I want to be here in internet land? How much of my past do I want to reveal? And the larger question, do I even remember my first kiss?
The answer to the last question is, [...]
Four years ago I re-discovered an old acquaintance. I’m having fun now watching again.
Four years ago I was in the middle of the darkest caves and curling was the only time of day I could breath freely. Something about the commentary, the rhythm, the pace all combined to give me peace and comfort.
It’s been a [...]
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ‘What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined See what you think:
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‘When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it [...]
One of my most fun memories growing up was of watching my father line up with his siblings to have their photo taken. They’d line up by age, which in their family meant that the group was bookended by women, turn to either the right or left and have a profile photo taken. It was [...]
I’m sitting in the rink on an early, early Saturday morning once again, having driven here with a quiet but not sullen pre-teen next to me. He was eating a bagel. The pouring rain and inky, black pre-dawn required most of my concentration, but in the quiet times I’ve had recently I’ve been thinking about [...]
Where on earth have I been?
Right where I usually am. My digs in Virginia. I could say I’ve been busy and that would be true. I could also say I’ve been dry and that would be true. I could also say I’ve been processing some stuff and that would be true too. So a lot [...]
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