My Skipper used to take us clamming when the tide was low. I wasn’t an eager participant. We stirred the bottom with our clam rakes, prodding and pulling at rock and clam alike: Who knew what lurked in the opaque water that swirled around my thighs? We stored the clams in a bucket that he […]
Read morea girl just needs to get her hair done. And if she can take one of her dearest friends along to get her hair cut, too, then that’s a good evening. And if her hairdresser is someone she’s known since she was eight years old and did her hair sixteen years ago for her wedding […]
Read moreHow much should a test be worth? A final exam? And homework– what about that? Is it splitting hairs to make tests, papers and in-class essays be worth 35% compared to the then 25% given for quizzes? How are they going to perceive this, these students whom I have not yet met, whose names are […]
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So this is the fun blog thing I mentioned in my last post. I took the little test, and it would seem that I am most like that famous amphibian. I don’t know what it all means. If anything. At any rate, this post isn’t all that interesting, so I guess you now have time […]
Read moreI’m not thinking about blogging as much as I used to. Which isn’t to say that I used to think about blogging a lot. But it is to say that I used to think, with some frequency, of things I could put in my blog, and then I put them in my blog. That hasn’t […]
Read moreMarketing is a strange thing. We are so assaulted by it in our culture that I think we rarely realize it is hitting us and so we are easy targets, sucked in by the images of peace and bliss and perfection that could be our lives If Only we would shop here or buy this […]
Read moreTonight at the end of light—tonight I feel lonelyI thought I heard my heart stop beatingAnd I long for you to hold me The visit was entirely too short, but I guess I should count my blessings. Not many people are willing to travel with a seven-week-old baby, and I did count it as a […]
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The old butter dish was one my grandmother had picked up for me at a yard sale, I think. It was white, and the cover had flowers on it in brown ink—kind of in an old Corningware pattern. Plain and unattractive. I didn’t like it. It wasn’t hideous or anything. But it certainly didn’t match […]
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Here is a photo from last month’s beach trip. It features my dear father-in-law and his two sons Whom I Did Not marry. Jeff is in the middle, and the rest of his shirt says “with a body like this?” And Ray is on the left.Jeff used to live with us. In fact, he lived […]
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