A few weeks ago, I wrote about attending my high school reunion and what I didn't plan to do beforehand. That post received a surprisingly positive response, as well as numerous requests for a follow-up post. Mostly because you wanted to know if I told anyone that I trained hamsters in my basement. Sorry to… Continue reading I Went to My High School Reunion and Lived to Tell
On July 21st, I'm attending my 30-year high school reunion. Lots of old stuff to make me feel less old, or conversely, even older. Gonna be a grand old time. Six years ago, I wrote a bucket list for my 25-year reunion. Six months later, I wrote a second post about how I failed that… Continue reading Things I Didn’t Do Before My 30-Year High School Reunion
Her full name was Ella Lucille, though most people knew her as Lucille or Ceil. She loved the Chicago Cubs, crossword puzzles, cooking, and spending time with her grandchildren. She was independent long before women were expected to be. She didn't marry until her late twenties because she wasn't ready to settle down, something that… Continue reading Hummingbird
A few weeks ago, I began writing an amazing post about growing up in the 70's full of anecdotes, trivia and just FUN ...but I lost all of it. After consulting my friend Rosemary with back and forth exchanges full of WHAT THE HELL DID I DO'S?? and whimsical giphy's (because giphy's are whimsical!), it was… Continue reading Ahh, The 70s (And 80s)
I have a secret. Come closer. Closer. A little bit closer. Did anyone see you come in? No? Are you sure? Look both ways. Is no one behind you? Okay, good. Ready? Big sigh. My sophomore year in high school, at band camp, I was given a nickname by the upperclassmen. ARE YOU SURE NO… Continue reading This Isn’t My First Big Adventure with Pee Wee Herman
While I was cleaning my basement a few weeks ago, I made a discovery. My high school diary. If you ever want to see how much you’ve evolved, try reading anything you wrote before the age of 17. Fair warning: it can be a wild ride for your self-esteem. I should mention I’ve been feeling… Continue reading Dear Diary, Why Was I So Pathetic?
