…she ain’t what she used to be. Or is she?
Poignant
Time Capsule 1962
1962. Was it fun for you? For me, not so much… though I sure had a nice dress! I’m reblogging my graduation dance experience because, well, it’s that time of year, and memories abound…
Fifty-four years ago, in 1962, I came of age. Not just because I graduated from high school at the tender age of 16. And not because I shortly afterward landed my first job. (Prudential Assurance, corner of Dorchester and University.)
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Dog Days of Spring
Yesterday John and I were strolling along rue St-Denis, a lively thoroughfare in Montreal on a sunny Sunday. What did we see? (Hint: Arf!)
Family Fun in Pictures
Well it’s taken me awhile to sort all these, but I think it was worth it! Welcome to my 2019 Mother’s Day family pix!
Quick 99¢ Book Sale!
Starting Friday, April 19 at 8:00 a.m. DST, my three books will be available at the amazing price of 99 cents each – but only temporarily!
Minuet in the Key of L: Sharing Small Spaces
It’s small. Really small. Scarcely 4′ by 3′ of free floor space, actually.
6 Million Did Not Die…
It was more like billions.
“Because: all the children who were murdered
Never grew up to become men and women…”
– a repost of mine, to commemorate Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Family: 1929, 1936, 1952, 1953
A few snapshots in time. Snapshots of love.
Toddler Gun Tips redux
In light of yet another recurrence of gun violence (Child accidentally shoots mom outside preschool: cops – New York Post, Jan. 25, 2019), I guess it’s time to reblog my own take from one year ago:
Femme Fatale 1936
Newly engaged and posing for the camera…
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 