Take a Deep Breath
“Is it polio?” my mother asked, her voice quavering. Doctors made home visits in the 1940’s, and the Dr. continued to listen to my...
Memories in a Jar
Why do we save certain objects, but not others? Over our short lifetime, we thin out and discard oodles of items, but there are those...
To Church Volunteers working with Children
We weren’t a church-going family in the 1950’s, when we lived in a suburb of Chicago. However, the summer I was nine years old my mother...
Weird Jobs
It's almost Valentine's Day, which reminded me of chocolate, flowers, and lingerie. From there, my mind went to a job I once had, selling...
What Would Teenage You Think of You Today?
I kept a diary when I was in high school, and reading it occasionally keeps me in touch with my younger self. You might think reading...
Treating Yourself
“Oh, that’s to die for,” my friend cooed. Perhaps only women of a certain age Can appreciate a luxurious bed jacket, Soft as the...