Monthly Archives: September 2015

Christmas lends elegance to parties – the lights, the trees, the sparkling ladies in evening gowns. The neighborhood progressive dinner promised to be full of goodwill and champagne. The entire group of 40 couples gathered for cocktails at the clubhouse, … Continue reading →

Carolyn gave me a wind chime, a delicate thing, bought at Rock’s Variety Store down on Sixth Street, held together with nearly invisible strands of wire. When I lifted it out of the box, it made a sweet sound, ephemeral … Continue reading →

Seventh and eighth grades run together in my memory, all messy and disorganized. Next to an insane asylum, I can’t think of anything crazier than a congregation of 13- to 15-year-olds, thrashing about in brand new waters, self-conscious, happy and … Continue reading →

Twelve-year-old girls in 1958 lingered at the end of childhood, suspended where summers were magic, not so eager to don the feathers and straps of womanhood as they are these days. I pushed back at the changes in my body, … Continue reading →