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love, the exploding cigar

The first time a boy said “I love you” to me I was eleven years old and grossly unprepared. His name was Darryl, and I knew him from the skating rink, where I spent most of my time when not in school. In addition to private and club lessons, I often stayed for Saturday public [...]

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what my mom said the first time she interrupted me kissing my future Husband (but then boyfriend)

I admit it, we were kissing a lot, and we were kissing right in front of the kitchen door where she was standing, looking out of the curtains. Of course we didn’t know she was standing there looking out of the curtains. What happened was that we were blissfully face-glued when we heard a rapping [...]

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how we have smelled over the years

The Husband:High school – Chaps by Ralph LaurenChaps was created in 1979, about the time the Husband hit 8th grade, a year or two before we met, and I know he was wearing it intermittently by 10th grade. He doesn’t remember who bought it for him but I’ll just about guarantee it was his mom. [...]

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One of My Earliest Stupid Ideas, and How It Turned Out

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Watching “Salem’s Lot” while babysitting at home one night. Yep. Here’s the basic timeline of events. 1975: I was ten years old when the “Salem’s Lot” book came out. I read it, so I should have known better than to watch the movie. Alone. At night. 1979: The made for TV movie came out. I [...]

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How We Met: Two People’s Opinions

The Husband: I turned 16 in April of 1982, which meant I got my driver’s license, which meant I could ask girls out on dates. I wasn’t going to ask girls out until I could drive; no way was I gonna have my mom drive me to pick a girl up for a date. Lisa: [...]

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a letter to my 20 year old self

1. Way to go, girl. You are making two very wise decisions which will shape your life. Even though “art major” doesn’t sound like “income producer,” your instinct for choices of the heart are right on target. And speaking of heart choices, you’re right: he IS the ONE. 2. Listen up, girl. 135 pounds and [...]

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a letter to my 10 year old self

1. Forget all that crap about being “well-rounded.” Build on your strengths and ignore anyone who tells you to spend your time shoring up your weaknesses. 2. It’s gonna suck to be a teenage girl so get ready. But it’s gonna rock after. 3. Forget the “bloom where you’re planted” thing too. Go where you [...]

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a letter to my 30 year old self

1. This is the worst part of it. Hang in there, stay committed to the big choices you’ve made. I promise it will get better, but it’s gonna take a few years to climb out of the pit. 2. The sooner you start figuring out YOUR part in this mess, the better off you’ll be. [...]

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marshmallow butt

My most embarrassing moment occurred the year I was thirteen, a time of near-lethal potential for MEM’s for girls. I like to call this moment, which is now recorded for all the world to appreciate, The Marshmallow Butt Incident. In the 70′s, quad roller skating was the hotness. I was one of those kids in [...]

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my mama didn’t dance and my daddy didn’t rock and roll

The albums in my house when I was growing up were: West Side Story (1961 soundtrack with Natalie Wood) South Pacific (1958 soundtrack with Mitzi Gaynor) Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf Leonard Bernstein’s Rhapsody in Blue and An American in Paris (by Gershwin) Um, that’s it. And what’s amazing is that we had this monster [...]

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