Memorial Day weekend probably seems like the ultimate cliché when it comes to traveling a couple of hours (or more) to revisit one's childhood. Not to take anything away from our nation's true heroes, but surviving our teenaged years in the small village of Greenwood Lake made us veterans of an entirely different sort. Since … Continue reading What home feels like
Tag: girlhood
Dirty laundry
With one child headed to college in a few months and another who constantly places clean clothes in the dirty laundry hamper rather than (re)folding it and putting it away in his dresser, I’m thinking it is time for me to allow both of them to enjoy one of adulthood’s greatest responsibilities – laundry. I’m … Continue reading Dirty laundry
Edith Piaf lives (in cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise
When I was 15, I went through my hardcore Doors' days. Didn't you? Although not their most commercial album, An American Prayer became my definition of poetry. I eagerly awaited my turn to read the dog-eared copy of No One Here Gets Out Alive, a Morrison biography, which was circulating through my town and I … Continue reading Edith Piaf lives (in cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise
The song road remains the same
When I think back to my teen years two things stand out distinctly – and I’m not talking about sex and cheap beer. No, in the small town where I grew up, a place with limited transportation options and even fewer entertainment opportunities, cruising (or walking) around listening to the radio (or cassettes) was our … Continue reading The song road remains the same
Reflecting on 30 years
Despite my attempts at processing the hundreds of distinct thoughts and images in my head following my trip to the past last weekend, my mind is still in a whirl. During my drive north, while I tried to assert a sense of order to all that had been stimulated in my head, I realized that … Continue reading Reflecting on 30 years
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are
It was summer and I was about 13 years old. I don't know what initially started the disagreement, but words flew between me and the other girl. She was from a family of girls and she was far meaner than I. She wrapped up her verbal assault with a shocking assertion regarding my mother, my … Continue reading I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are
Jeter is #2 to no one
I've been a Yankees fan my entire life. In elementary school I flipped baseball cards with the boys to add to my collection and when Thurman Munson died while I was away at camp, I convinced the counselors that the American flag needed to be lowered to half mast in the Captain's honor. The Yankees' … Continue reading Jeter is #2 to no one
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