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When I Was in Junior High, My Home-Ec Class Had a Fashion Show During Which We Modeled What We’d Sewn, and All I Remember Is Being Mortified Because My Mom Was Weeping As I Galumphed Down the “Catwalk” in My Navy Polyester Slacks
Imagine if she’d had a blog, back then in 1980–oh, the photos of me she could have posted for the world to see! Small mercies. Anyhow, this Millenium Mom is going to use her blog, right here, right now, to brag about the highlight and joy of her twelve-year-old daughter’s life, and, Praise The Evolution…
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You May Apply an Expensive, Fine-Line-Diminishing Moisturizer Both Morning and Night, but If You Use Email to Communicate with Your Friends and A Video of Your Birth Wasn’t Posted Online, You’re Not Fooling Anyone
My mom is 77. She’s had a digital camera for years and uses it all the time—but she’s never downloaded a single picture from her camera to her computer. Instead, she snaps her photos and then takes the memory card from her camera and puts it in the photo printing machine at Walmart. She has…
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Plaster, Pairings, Pacing
It’s going to be a summer of pictorials over here, I fear. Suffice it to say, my head is full of children–often perky, often listless, too often full of the words “What should I do?” now that school’s out. Interestingly, and I remember this from my own youth, they want something to do, but they…
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In the Yard
The kids are in their last days of the school year here, and I’m already in Week Two of teaching summer classes at the college; strangely, there’s something melancholy about this time of year–something about the end of rituals and the starting of new daily schedules, something about the winds contemplating pushing warmer air our…
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Plant Trees Under Whose Shade You Do Not Expect to Sit
It all started with stand-up comedian Marc Maron. Personally, I only find Maron occasionally funny, only sometimes as good as he wants to be. Mostly, his overblown ego and need for attention quash any shot at charm. You may have dated someone like this in high school. Although painful at the time, it was for…
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Gulp
It started with about one hundred applications from all over the country, even a few mailed in from other countries. We on the committee read through the CVs and multi-page cover letters, winnowing down the pool of applicants to thirteen. With those thirteen quarter finalists, we conducted telephone interviews. From those thirteen, five semi-finalists were…
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How Do You Wander In To That Room of Your Own?
Can we make this one more about the comments than the post? I know many of you post something every day, and I know many of you simply post whenever you feel so moved. You post when and how you do, and you have your reasons for that. So: 1) Why do you write blog…
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Quite Contrary, That’s How My Garden Grows
This time of year, whenever I hop about visiting blogs, I frequently am greeted with lovely garden tours: colors, growth, renewal, dirt, brightness after months of grey. Here, for example, are a few glimpses: Lime‘s Daffodils Green Girl‘s Forsythia Friko’s Quince Citizen’s Pansies Usually, I view fellow bloggers’ garden photos enviously, even wistfully, knowing that…
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Twelve Years Since the Blue Moon
Once again, I beg the forbearance of my long-time readers with this post, as it’s a re-run (but I’ve added new pictures at the end!). However, because it’s a personal favorite, I hope you’ll hang in there for a re-read…or perhaps for a first-time through. —————————————– “Twelve Years Since the Blue Moon” I got engaged…
