The bottom of the gym suit consisted of … bloomers. Yes, ballooning from the waist and ending in tight elastic at the widest part of the thigh. Read More

As exam week progressed, we could hear clack, clackety-clack, ding!!, clack, clack, from the living area and dorm rooms in the entire wing, along with the crinkle of bags of potato chips and Cheetos. Read More

I knew I really wasn't supposed to take the car to the beach, but the temptation was too much. Read More

The moaning whine infiltrated my nightmares for years. It became a reminder of a situation we could not ignore. Read More

We poets are at all levels, from awesomely accomplished to beginner. I am somewhere in the middle. Read More

Add a land line phone and a black-and-white TV with a coat hanger for an antenna, and my décor was almost complete. Read More

It seemed like so much fun to me. The real story was much more sobering but also inspiring ... Read More

I kept listening for the tick of the biological clock, but it never ticked. Read More

I am nostalgic for many things but not all.  Here is a quick take on some of the items from the 50s and 60s I don’t miss. Women’s clothing:  Panty girdles, with their tourniquet-like grip on my thighs. I’ll spare folks the details of feminine hygiene products and accessories of the 60s, but suffice it… Read More

The diner's booths were large enough to swallow a child as small as I was. Read More