While gaggles of kids talked and laughed at lunch, I found a quiet corner and savored my solitude as I ate my sandwich alone. Thanks to a thoughtful custodian who unlocked a room for me, I could avoid being seen; I spent my period of exile in silent, and sometimes salty, contemplation.
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Suprise Me
With Gratitude: Mean Girls
Prompted By Middle School
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While gaggles of kids talked and laughed at lunch, I found a quiet corner and savored my solitude as I ate my sandwich alone. Thanks to a thoughtful custodian who unlocked a room for me, I could avoid being seen; I spent my period of exile in silent, and sometimes salty, contemplation.
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Time Travelers, Tigers, and Queens: Oh my!
Prompted By What Are You Bingeing?
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Let me just clarify at the outset: I have been stress knitting for months now, ever since this lockdown, shelter-in-place, doomscrolling life we are living began. I need something to look at so my eyes don’t cross (or close) while I’m knitting away. I say this because I have binge watched a staggering amount of…
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Is that a mini skirt?
Prompted By What We Wore
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What I Didn’t Tell You Then
Prompted By Turning Points
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How could I respond “I love you”? You always ended every conversation “I love you…”, waiting for me to respond in kind. I always heard your criticism in my head: “stand up straight”, “don’t wear your hair behind your ears”, “you missed that note” (screamed from another room as I practiced my singing while taking…
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The Green Hornet
Prompted By My First Car
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As the family upgraded to newer, better cars, it got so I could drive the older one almost exclusively even though I wasn’t technically the owner. A two-tone green Cadillac that was old but didn’t exactly qualify as a beater became known as The Green Hornet. What a tank. It was like a couple of…
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My Driving Record (Updated)
Prompted By Car Trouble
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Maybe I should have subpoenaed my grandchildren as character witnesses?
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Ta-ra-ra-boom-dee-ay
Prompted By The Draft & Vietnam
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A Timely Postscript
Prompted By Remembering Radios
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Some dates are more memorable than others.
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Don’t Think Twice
Prompted By One Song That Moves Me
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Music plays a grand role in my life. My first memory involves me discordantly playing harmonica to a blues player on a 78-rpm record. I must have been three. My mother often played the piano while I drifted into sleep. I could hear her playing the same Chopin Preludes, haltingly, but with enjoyment, on the…
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A White Sport Coat and a Pink Carnation
Prompted By Prom
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This is the story of the prom nobody remembers. Literally. All I know is who I went with and what I wore. Jeff, the boy I had been dating since New Year’s Eve of senior year, was a sophomore at Rutgers, but came home every weekend to see me. So when I asked him to…
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