- July 30
- I'm a lawyer in my past life, who got the kids through college and decided to try something different and a little more fun. A used book store sounded like a good idea, so that's where I am for now. I just hadn't counted on a recession or E-readers and am a little afraid there's going to be a third act. In the meantime, I have plenty to read and a little time to write. Not a bad way to spend a day.
MY RECENT POSTS
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February 12, 2014 11:55AM
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February 20, 2014 09:04AM
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- School Closings
January 24, 2014 10:46AM
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January 20, 2014 09:16AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Well written, eye
opening, and disturbing piece.
instinct was to say
- “Don't let a house hold
you back. There's a lot of
not having one.
- “Kim--That Linda always
from a small, rural town where
- “Tom--You'd be a whole
lot better than that
- “abra--I agree with you.
Some of my best friends are
high school ones,
First, get over the shock. Because, yes, it really has been 45 years. No need to start every conversation with that question. You've had eight reunions to come up with something better. And, no, "What are you up to these days?" isn't better. No one much likes the word "up" these… Read full post »
I've seen him before. An older man dropping off two toddlers at the same daycare where I drop off my grandson. Some times we chat in the parking lot.
"Did you go to Yale?" he asks today, pointing to the decal on my back window.
"Not me, my daughter," I say.… Read full post »
As a fairly recent transplant to the D.C. metropolitan area, I'm one of those nervous Metro riders who hold on tight to both their Metro card and a foldup Metro map. My other hand in my pocket, counting off on my fingers how many stops before my transfer and exit. Having… Read full post »
Snow and freezing temperatures mean school closings. Which is something I haven't concerned myself with for years. I don't have kids in school.
A year ago, it might have meant a few more kids coming into the bookstore to warm up and get free gum. But I d… Read full post »
A preschool history lesson as remembered by my two year old grandson:
"This is old man king. He was a nice king. He said all colors are important. So I gave him purple and blue and orange."
May we all view life through the eyes of two year olds. … Read full post »
"Your dad was the nicest man I ever met."
"..the smartest man..."
"He always had a friendly word..."
It's been 12 years. What I remember most is him sitting in his chair.
It was replaced a few times over the years. And it was moved from corner to corner on occasion. But there was… Read full post »
Back when I had kids at home who provided me with funny material, I wrote annual Christmas letters. Those days have passed--now I just reread the old ones. This is the start of one from 1990, when I was a single mom, striving to have it all.
'Twas the night… Read full post »
You better write great
I've yet to find the Christmas spirit. I'm still digesting Thanksgiving.
We went to St. Louis this year. One baby, one toddler, two car seats, six carry-ons, two adults, one airplane ride, not a single covered dish among us.
My friend, who I'll call "E" to protect her identity, picked us… Read full post »
It started out as a 10 year old's collection. Nail files and pencils, given out for free at the County Fair, with "Vote for Kennedy" printed in red and blue ink. A piece of loose leaf notebook paper with the Kennedy cheer that I chanted during recess. A bumper sticker and… Read full post »
I get it. I really do. Apes can stand up, have opposable thumbs and share our same basic arrangement of internal organs and bones. I can even see the resemblance. If not in me, certainly in some of the men I've dated.
My problem isn't with… Read full post »
My daughter doesn't like to watch House Hunters anymore. As a new homeowner of a small house, she finds it depressing to see how much more house she could have had in different areas o… Read full post »
My daughter has a habit of taking lots of pictures. With two young kids and a camera always at her fingertips, it's to be expected. First facial expression almost resembling a smile. Click. First bath. Click. Thirty-second picture of a boy in his wagon. Click. First Halloween. Click, click, click, cl… Read full post »
A man was watching an amazing trick at a magic show when someone yelled out, "Wow, can you tell us how you did that?" "I would," said the magician, "but then I'd have to kill you." A few seconds later, the same voice yelled out, "Could you tell my mother-in-law?"
Three… Read full post »
I had a Great Aunt Alene who never married, never lived farther than a mile from her birthplace, went to the same country church for 70 plus years, and drove the same little blue Rambler for all the years that I knew her.
Although "drove" probably isn't the best word,… Read full post »
I was reading a book about memory the other day when a line made me pause. The author referenced Eric Kandel, a Nobel Prize winning scientist, for having written something to the effect that we are what we remember.
I looked him up and, sure enough, he even gave a speech… Read full post »
On the deck, drinking my morning coffee, I catch a glimpse of a spider web as it moves almost imperceptively in the still morning air. It appears unattached to anything--three feet from the edge of the open porch umbrella, five feet above the deck floor, ten or twelve feet from the… Read full post »
I'm learning the streets of suburban DC one street at a time. Or, more accurately, one Home Depot, Target, and playground at a time. With no GPS and no E-ZPass, it's been slow going, but my circle of comfort is getting bigger.
On my first outing, which involved only one turn… Read full post »
Twelve years ago, just a few weeks after I bought a slightly used Honda CRV, my daughters took off alone on an East Coast road trip to check out colleges for the younger sister. They were 19 and 16 at the time and left with no GPS, no motel reservations, and… Read full post »
It's been an experience to live the last month and a half in an apartment with one fork, one spoon, one plate, one chair and an apartment so bare that my landlord, after entering to show it to a prospective tenant, emailed me to ask when I had moved out.
To… Read full post »