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Few things at Christmas inspired the old man to heights of self-imposed torture than the Christmas tree. There were normal disasters, of course:  the blown fuse because of too many lights, the dog lifting his leg on the tree, the brand new star for the top that was too heavy to stay up, the manger… Continue reading Christmas: The Tree

Lessons for those without sisters We’re making out quietly against the auditorium back wall. From the silence…….click, click, click from the hall. <gotta admit, it was WAY cool to be making out when people were going about their day mere feet away> Into my mouth, she whispers, “I’ll bet anything that’s stupid Veronica.” I’m cynical.… Continue reading Let’s talk fashion (WTF?)

One of the first signs that holidays were coming was the old man humming (tunelessly)  Christmas songs.  My mother was a teacher, and holidays were often hectic for her, as she had tests and papers to hurriedly mark before vacation; this was on top of the fact that her charges were thinking of nothing but… Continue reading Christmas 1: The organ

Sharing stories….. In a prior post, I talked about JFK’s assassination…I was in first grade and how the day became our generation’s watermark. {Shameless plug !] The ‘next week’ (her ‘time’) came and Allie and I didn’t meet. Come that Friday, she slipped me a hand signal at her locker that she was recovering. Monday,… Continue reading 11/22/63 revisited

Merry Christmas!! In keeping with the holiday spirit, I will interrupting my saga of teh Young and The Very Restless with excerpts form my wonderful unpublished epic saga, “Christmas is Hell”……..showing the extreme frustration and wild anger my old man went through every year trying to give himself a happy holiday (as your narrator giggled… Continue reading Message from your faithful scribe…..

We’re taking the plunge…. And so began our ‘daring’ affair. Every week except one, we were together once or twice. The thrill of being in each other’s arms while the school went about its normal day was an aphrodisiac. The risk of being caught added fuel. The intensity smoothed into casual lingering affection. One of… Continue reading So it Begins!

As we’re gathering up our stuff, Allie starts chattering. “If you see me dressed in pants and flats, that means I’m not feeling very sexy or sociable. And we can’t do this Wednesdays, Mrs. Geibach is a bitch.” “Oh yea, agree with that.” “I’ll go first when I sit in front of you. The rest… Continue reading More ‘rules’

First of Allie’s stories. “Were you afraid of the dark when you were a kid?”I ask. “Na………..well, I Guess a little. I Must’ve been around 3. Dunno where my parents were. I woke up from a nightmare or something and the darkness really spooked me. I started sobbing. Doug heard me and he comes in.… Continue reading Friday II

My insides are coiling as I go through classes, forcing myself to listen and take notes. Doodling in the paper margins, variations on the letter ‘A’. Study hall arrives after excruciating hours. I rise, get my library pass, busy myself with books, leaving when no else is. Glancing back, Alison is standing up to get… Continue reading Friday

Steve returns, I’m loving Tull “She might want to French Kiss, do you know what that is? My look must have said it all. He sighs, gotta teach the idiot more about life. “Girls love to talk. She’s gonna stop kissing and ask you about anything from your family to what TV shows you watch.… Continue reading ‘Dear Abby’ a la Steve