(re-run) As I stepped into the waiting room of my chiropractor’s office, three women and one guy were looking down at their cell phones, sitting in a symmetrical pattern amongst the u-shaped chairs. Feeling giddy from my fifty-five minute massage I said,” Well, this looks like a blog post to me! You’re all on your… Continue reading Get Some Facetime
Category: high school
Sparkle Hands
Tonight, at chorus rehearsal, I was surprised to see the risers set up in the country club ballroom where we rehearse. The concerts aren’t for another month, so it seemed too soon for a riser rehearsal. But as the director pointed out, we are taking off the week of Thanksgiving, and that holiday is late… Continue reading Sparkle Hands
Homecoming Hopes
(re-run) Marci was voted to be on Homecoming Court by her senior class. With 107 girls, she was one of just five who made it. Marci was walking on clouds until she realized she had no date — no steady boyfriend. She couldn’t go alone. What was she going to do? Could she refuse? The… Continue reading Homecoming Hopes
Abortion, High School Pregnancies and Memories
(re-run) It amazes me how one memory leads to the next and so on and so forth. Our brains are a beehive of memories, each one stashed in its own little honey-comb hexagon that doesn’t break out until something triggers it. Today it was talk of abortion with a friend and how she told of… Continue reading Abortion, High School Pregnancies and Memories
The Beatles and Me
(re-run from 2021) I just realized the other day that the Beatles have been in my life for 57 of my 65 years. My older sis was a fan when they first played for America on the Ed Sullivan show. I was 8, going on 9. Little did I know that our bedroom would soon… Continue reading The Beatles and Me
Born to Thrift
(re-run) It was 12th grade, senior year in high school when my partner, Colleen, and I drove across town to find some stuff at the DAV for our English project. Once I saw what a dollar or two could buy at a second-hand store, I was hooked. In college, I needed a Halloween costume. I… Continue reading Born to Thrift
My So-called Life
Thirty years ago, Claire Danes was 14 years old. She starred in a short-lived TV show, even before she got famous for Romeo and Juliet with Leonardo DiCaprio (when she was 16). I had a new baby and two older children thirty years ago. I used to teach high school so I liked watching a… Continue reading My So-called Life
The First Day of Summer
(a pre-multiple-skin cancers post) Okay, it’s not really the first day of summer, but school got out yesterday, and the kids in my neighborhood are running around in their new-found freedom. I walked the big dog and saw the parking lot to the pool, at the top of the green belt, filled with cars. It… Continue reading The First Day of Summer
First Dog, Lost Dog
After moving to farm country to teach high school Spanish, I watched my roommate Kristy come home one day with a German Shephard puppy. “Meet Shane!” she said. She hadn’t asked me. She hadn’t asked the landlord. When she did ask him, his response was, “Not in the house.” Kristy made Shane a bed of… Continue reading First Dog, Lost Dog
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
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 