A couple of funny things have happened — inside my brain, mostly — in the last few days that have made me feel like I’m looking through the wrong end … Continue reading Wrong end of a telescope.
Tag: nostalgia
Sweet Caroline.
It’s playing on the radio in the car this afternoon. I’ve taught my kid how to do the “bah bah bah” response part with the chorus, and she cheerfully does … Continue reading Sweet Caroline.
Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
Tuesday was my brother’s birthday. He turned 38. How is it that my own birthday doesn’t really make me feel old (not yet, or not most of the time), but … Continue reading Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
The sweater.
Once upon a time, long ago, my mother and I bought a few sweaters at Walmart. Nothing fancy (obviously), just some stretchy cable knits. We each got a black one … Continue reading The sweater.
Heartsong.
I will always think of my daughter when I hear any Queen song. She’s been a fan since she was literally in utero kicking along to their beat. And I … Continue reading Heartsong.
Feeling seen.
Last night I had the strangest dream. Which is saying something, for me, as my dreams are frequently vivid and peculiar. My birthday is coming up, and so in the … Continue reading Feeling seen.
The Stuff Process, parts 1 & 2.
One thing I struggled with for many years, as a side effect of cutting contact with my mother, was the fact that I still had a lot of personal property … Continue reading The Stuff Process, parts 1 & 2.
Super.
This past weekend, my husband and daughter and I enjoyed an absolutely wonderful family vacation to Sesame Place, the Sesame Street themed amusement park in Pennsylvania. It was unequivocally amazing, … Continue reading Super.
25 years of Fellowship.
In honor of the film series’ 25th anniversary, they (who exactly “they” are, I have no idea) are releasing the extended editions of the Lord of the Rings films back … Continue reading 25 years of Fellowship.
Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
When I was student teaching in 2013, I was assigned to a challenging class of third graders, and learned quickly that trying to talk over them would only result in … Continue reading Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
Journeys in the Dark 