(re-run) Knee -high by the 4th of July It all started with a post on Facebook, showing how your average American doesn’t know how to shuck corn. If you are from Iowa in the 60’s, then you know how. We weren’t well off. As a matter of fact, people would give us bags of food,… Continue reading A Corny Tale
Category: memoir
Apple Tree
(re-run) You know it’s apple-picking season when the dogs start bringing in the bruised ones and then growl at each other. When I bought the house, I inherited the apple tree. I didn’t realize how prolific it was until one day, after the gardeners left, I noticed a line of fat apples sitting on my… Continue reading Apple Tree
The Friend Date
(re-run) He said he had a girlfriend but that she didn’t like to dance. Here he was, out dancing again. He loved to talk up a good game with the ladies, but would he ever act on it? He’d been with the same woman for over twenty years. He had insisted that I take his… Continue reading The Friend Date
A Summer Night in California
The band would cover Chicago songs and Steely Dan songs. The town was three towns west, closer to the ocean, richer — well-to-do people with shorter commutes to San Francisco. My dance partner was coming from Emeryville. I was coming from my bedroom community inland. We would meet up and dance. But first, ice cream.… Continue reading A Summer Night in California
A Thrifter Before It Was a Thing
()re-run) Today, as I entered the Good Will in Monterey, California, I was glad to see it mostly empty because of the rain and wind. But there were several teen girls and even a young guy shopping for clothing. That’s right, spring break. When I as a teen shopping in thrift stores, I got lots… Continue reading A Thrifter Before It Was a Thing
Teddy Bear with Back Hair
(re-run) When I lived in Omaha for eight years in my twenties, I dated almost all the eligible men I met in my age range, at least once — shorter guys, smokers, non-dancers, younger guys, poorer guys (I was a school teacher!) and guys with facial hair. But I NEVER dated a guy with back… Continue reading Teddy Bear with Back Hair
When It’s Foggy, Go Thrifting
(re-run from near end of Pandemic) I’m in Monterey County, which is known for its June Gloom. I woke up to fog and had no desire to pull weeds in the dampness. Since there was no Zoom Zumba this morning, I seized the day, deciding before breakfast to go thrifting in Carmel. I hadn’t been… Continue reading When It’s Foggy, Go Thrifting
Daisy’s Night Run, a Skunk, and an Anniversary
(re-run) With hot, hot weather in the Bay Area, it seemed like a good time to run down to the beach, plus the handy woman was available to come at the same time with her daughter. We had trees to plant, foxtails to pull, and a flat roof filled with pine needles to clean. The… Continue reading Daisy’s Night Run, a Skunk, and an Anniversary
The Neuriva Isn’t Working
(re-run) This past summer I decided to start taking brain supplements for my memory, which is getting worse the closer I get to 70. I’d seen a zillion Prevagen commercials compared to only a few Neuriva commercials. They show up during the national news. I checked out the price of Prevagen and went, “Holy buckets!”… Continue reading The Neuriva Isn’t Working
Four Nights of Dancing in Five
(re-run) “Where does it hurt?” the massage therapist asked when I showed up for my twice-a-month chiropractic massage. “Everywhere,” I said. “I’ve danced four nights out of the last five.” “That sounds like a teenager!” he said. As I lay there and he pushed on every part of me — hips, arms, shoulders, legs, feet, I… Continue reading Four Nights of Dancing in Five
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 