I was always a pretty good speller. I would see the word once, in my school book or a library book, and somehow it was burned in my memory.
Memoir
Dating 2.0…
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“True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.”
– François de la Rochefoucauld (1613-1680)
Dating. After my marriage ended, this was a whole new concept to me, having been with only one person since the age of 17 until we split when I was 30. I spent a year or two mourning the loss of a partner, and then, in 1977, BANG! I was ready-set-go to find a new one.
9 cents
It was 1955. Having just turned 10, I’d earned a very special right – my dad said I could help in the store by serving customers.
The Steeple
Gonggg! …Gonggg! …Gonggg!
Bells are ringing out across the rooftops. I have to cover my ears, they’re so loud. And to my six-year-old eyes, the church’s tall steeple looks like it’s trying to touch the sky.
A Pregnancy Nightmare
They say that as you get older, your memory starts to fail. Well, turns out that’s not entirely true – I for one can remember some dreams I had as vividly as when they first happened. One doozy in particular still haunts me.
Greece: Episode Two – I knocked harder.
Turns out that knocking harder on a (thin) glass patio door isn’t such a good idea.
No More Doilies
About 20 years ago I started an article on mothers and daughters with the following:
The Good Old Days
Back in the ’80s I went through a songwriting phase. Most are kind of embarrassing to me now, but this one still resonates with me – and just maybe it will with you, too. Here are the lyrics.
I’ll Do the Can-Can Until I Can’t Can’t!
My ‘get up and go’ hasn’t got up and went yet.
I’m 70 years old. I have trouble believing this.
Union Blues
This little piece was previously published in the Montreal Gazette, February 19, 2001, under the title “By the cool pool I landed in hot water.”
