Notes from Around the Block- Olive the trees have olives
- Wanda Hickey and the Frog Pond
- A recently discovered DNA thread: forwarding news articles
- A Bride in Blue
- The Gates to a President’s Hell: Water and the IRS
- Marriage in Oxymoronica
- The Present Moment
- If your life were a book
- From the mouths of old babes
- The Atlanta Teachers’ Onion, then and now
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Monthly Archives: February 2009
My Libra Friend
Years ago, in a common place, I met a German Riesling. Wine enthusiasts here and abroad might have called her a kabinett. Elegant and light, her grapes harvested at peak potential, she left a smooth finish on the palate. A … Continue reading
Ouch
Ben Bernanke’s word choice, in describing our economy, was graphic, especially for those of us who have delivered a baby or two or eight. And I’m not talking about mid wives or obstetricians. A severe economic contraction…ouch. I get it. … Continue reading
Joan
You lose your husband to lung cancer. You are only 64 with so much life left to live. Two years later, you contract bacterial meningitis and are left very damaged. Awakening from your coma, you find your world is now … Continue reading
The Good Teacher: Part Two
My college graduation day was a hot one. My parents, Hugh and Joan, and even my grandfather, Harry, were in the audience. My adored siblings, Steve, Cindy Lou, and Jimmy came. My husband sat by my dad. Yep, I was … Continue reading
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The Good Teacher: Part One
Some things do not change. In the next several posts, I will include, verbatim, the text of the speech I gave in 1972 to the School of Education at the University of the Pacific. That year, I was 21 years … Continue reading
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Stevie, The Footstool
Bath time at our house in the 1950’s was routine and stimulating. Three children needed a daily scrubbing, but mom had only two hands, so Stevie and I took a bath together. It saved water, and mom felt secure in … Continue reading
A Cup of Joe
Once a month, Joe and I meet for lunch and strong coffee. He never lets me pay. That’s against my nature, Baby, he says. He drives a shiny black car, newly washed, with a license plate that reads Cent Ani. … Continue reading
Dr. Margaret Van Gone
There I sat at a long table in Sigmund Freud’s private library with a group of adult students. Surrounded by books in German and looking out through the large narrow window at Berggasse 19 in Vienna, I felt Dr. Freud’s … Continue reading
