Poignant
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.
No More Doilies
About 20 years ago I started an article on mothers and daughters with the following:
Friday Follies Cancelled…
Due to the murders of over 150 innocent people in Paris tonight, the Grammar Cop will not be presenting her usual Friday Follies.
The precious lives of all those people who were just out to enjoy a Friday evening, minding their own business, matter more than hyphens or apostrophes just now.
I bow my head in sorrow.
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.
Meanwhile, back in Greece…
So “we” went to Greece in 1971 to make a movie. This was waaaaaay back when I was still married. The movie didn’t get finished due to a series of events which I cannot go into now, because:
A Fairy Tale
A maiden went for a walk in the forest. Soon she heard laughter and music; she came upon a clearing and saw happy people dancing and singing.
“Join us, fair maiden,” a bright-eyed youth implored.
22/11/63 – Where were you?
Camelot, we hardly knew ye.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 