(re-run) By the end of 8th grade, I was 5 feet, ten inches tall. This was back in 1968. I was a super tall girl for my generation. I know women who are 6 feet tall or taller, but except for one, they are all younger than I am. There are many advantages to being… Continue reading The Burden of Being a Tall Woman
Category: dancing
Prom Be Gone
(re-run) It was supposed to be junior prom at Stoughton High, but it got cancelled (thirteen years before the movie Footloose). Patsy wasn’t going steady with anyone, so she wasn’t too upset. At the last minute the school arranged a dance in the high school gym, but with no decorations, no court (no prom queen),… Continue reading Prom Be Gone
Pop-up Prom Shop
It’s that time of year again when high school kids are heading to junior prom or senior ball. That involves big money for a dress, shoes, purse, hair, and nails if you’re female and a tux, tie, cummerbund, shoes and shirt if you’re a male. At least that’s the way it was when I was… Continue reading Pop-up Prom Shop
Late-night Loser
(re-run) I met a guy at a dance. We emailed each other for a week (before texting). We decided to meet at Bing Crosby’s. I took a seat at the bar, and asked for water. After all, I’d had two glasses of wine already, waiting for him to get off work at the TV station… Continue reading Late-night Loser
Date with an Older Man
(re-run) I said yes. To a date. With a much older man. My girlfriend met him and didn’t approve. But she also said she wouldn’t dance with any guy she wouldn’t want to kiss. I dance with everyone – men, women, kids – many of whom I would never put my lips on. Does dancing… Continue reading Date with an Older Man
Watch Out for the Green Pepper
(re-run) I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper
Porn for Women
(re-run) There is a little book series out there called Porn for Women. It has shirtless men doing exciting things that turn on a typical woman, like vacuuming, doing dishes, and changing diapers. Why? Because a woman’s mind works differently than a man’s.A man sees a woman on the Victoria’s Secret commercial and is ready to… Continue reading Porn for Women
Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
(re-run) “I like the way you dance,” he said that Saturday afternoon. Margo and I had gone to Vino Godfather, a cool little winery in an old Victorian house on Mare Island in Vallejo. The island used to be a naval base, judging from the abandoned barracks on the way to the winery. A good… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
Attention, Shoppers!
This morning I ran out to get the Sunday S.F.Chronicle, like I do every week. The sun was shining, the oranges woman was not at her corner (she’s at church, I’ll bet), and my favorite grocery store checker was on duty. I filled up my cart with everything on my list and turned down the… Continue reading Attention, Shoppers!
I Might Be a Swiftie
(re-run) Saturday night I searched Netflix for something to fill a ninety-minute gap in my TV viewing. I could have gone dancing, but the storm made it comfortable to be a couch potato instead. There was a documentary about Taylor Swift. I’ve always admired her songwriting skills. I heard lately that she has had multiple… Continue reading I Might Be a Swiftie
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 