My daughter the V-meister has a fantastic memory. She recalls a lot of very specific things that happened a long time ago and which I frankly sometimes wish she’d just as soon forget. “Hey, Mama. Remember when I was two … Continue reading
I didn’t want to tell you this, but I was a bit nervous about going to my high school reunion. I mean, the only thing preventing it from being freshman year Howdy Dance all over again was the fact that … Continue reading
It’s hard to believe it since I’m only 29, but my twenty-year high school reunion is coming up this weekend. That means I graduated from from high school twenty years ago! When people still wore shoulder pads, no one had … Continue reading
I was never very interested in farmer’s cheese when my grandmother used to make it. I have these memories of her standing over the stainless steel sink in her tiny yellow kitchen with the gold flecked Formica counters and pouring … Continue reading
As far as I could tell, my French host family owned one phone, a rotary, and it held court on a small console table in their lace-curtained parlor. The table stood all alone next to the doorway, so we had … Continue reading
