By Diane Walters I’m a slob! Right now the dishes are piled up in every square inch of my ten-foot kitchen. They are on the stove, in the stove, on the counter, in both sinks and in the dish drain rack; they are stacked two and a half-feet high on…
Memoir Posts
Jump
by Michelle Beaudoin Michael, Pete and I went to the Flume to go cliff jumping. It was so hot out my lungs felt like they were full of milkshake and breathing was like trying to suck air through a straw. We had a lot of rain that summer, especially big…
Courage, Resilience and Happiness
by Diane Walters “What gives you your resilience, Diane?” my friend from Minnesota asks me quite frequently. I never know what answer he is searching for. I never know what will scratch that itch he has. “What do you mean, Gary?” “You have not had an easy life, yet you…
An Unexpected Love Letter
by Maile M. Walker You never forget your first love. I’m sure this simple sentence has conjured up memories for you. Images of boyfriends or girlfriends past who made your heart race in unexpected ways. My first love is a bit different. The mistress of my heart isn’t flesh and…
Trash
by Leanna Totten My brother and I ended up in separate households. Me at our Grandmother’s and he went to our Aunt’s. Our Aunt Linda was married to a man with issues. My brother would call me at night and tell me how crazy Uncle John was. He would say,…
Father of All Grudges
By Dawn Goodwin I hate it when people owe me money and act like they don’t know it. This kind of thing makes it easy for me to hold a grudge against them. I bet the first grudge ever held by mankind was between Adam and Eve. I’m sure Adam…
Gnats in the Belfry
By Mary Kendig I’ve been an editor now for more years than I’d like to admit, and I believe I’m pretty good at it. I’m pretty good at it, I feel, because I am detail oriented by nature. Some people, especially those who don’t really comprehend how important it is…
My Grandpa and Me
By Angela Carter It was a rainy Saturday morning. The kind of day that softens parents just enough to allow their children to wear pajamas until lunch and watch Fraggle Rock in numb silence for hours. Struck by the contrast of the utter stillness inside my grandparents’ home and the…
Kitchen Table Gospels
By Amanda Paulger She said to me once, This earth is one Great big stone Which grew life One great big stone With a heart Beating, awake. We should thank it for being alive. My grandmother preached At her kitchen table Or over the stove while She cooked breakfast, “Vote,…
Cars and Trucks and First Kisses
By Paul LeBlanc I love cars. I read the auto columns of the Globe and Times on the weekend and whenever passing through airports I grab the latest issues of Car and Driver and Road and Track and whatever else looks good. I can easily let hours slip by in…