Suprise Me

Doodles around the edge of the exam plugged “Rule, Britannia” Read More

This is the first memory piece I ever wrote, long before Retrospect, or taking the Chilmark Writer’s Workshop. I wrote it in 1994, immediately after the events in the story took place and I tucked it away. I had to get my thoughts out. As you can see from the comments below, I’ve shared it… Read More

Buttons and badges are a way of preserving memories. They may not be the most important memories, for who knows why we kept them. But memories they contain, and through these buttons, and otherwise useless objects, we revisit them. It helps us remember and reconstruct our past, although in a discontinuous and incomplete manner. For… Read More

Once Upon a time…and still… hair was the most important thing. To the day my mother died, the first thing we did when we saw each other was comment on each other’s hair. Mom would either say, “That’s a great haircut, Penny,” or “What did you do to your hair?” Or anything in between. (My… Read More

“The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which… Read More

  Retrospect – I Was At Woodstock in 1969 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 Preface: The Day My Brother’s VW Wagon Became a Portal to Another Dimension (and Other Slightly Exaggerated Truths) They say if you remember the ’60s, you weren’t really there. Well, I remember the ’60s, or at least a very… Read More

In the years when I was growing up, which were the early years of television, my family watched a lot of TV together. My dad had his recliner, just like Archie Bunker, which no one else was allowed to sit in. My mom sat on one end of the sofa to his right, crocheting. The… Read More

“What do you remember about Watergate?” asks this week’s prompt. I am finding it a very difficult question to answer. Right now I could tell you everything that happened from the night of the break-in at Democratic Headquarters on June 17, 1972 (two days after I graduated from college), to the resignation of Richard Nixon… Read More

Later, she claimed that while she remembered being on Broadway, she had no idea why she had suddenly felt disconnected and isolated... Read More

The great river of class, culture and convictions afforded me a way out. Read More