Standing at the checkout counter at Braum’s with my fresh veggies for the evening and a small container of chocolate chip ice cream for dessert, the woman cashier placed the products in my recycle bag, turned to the register, and spoke in a solemn voice: “That’s $8.02.” I handed her a ten-dollar bill. “Do you […]
Today a woman somewhere is laughing, weeping, grieving, or celebrating. Someone is giving birth; someone is losing a loved one to death. Relationships are forming, others are ending. For some, this will be an ordinary day filled with many of the same activities as yesterday. For others, something unexpected will suddenly make this day unforgettable, one that they may tell their children and grandchildren about in the future. In the same way that we are curious about how our grandmothers lived, future generations will be interested in learning about what an ordinary day was like in our lives.
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I stood at the altar next to my husband-to-be and said “I do”, not knowing I was also saying “I do” to two ex-wives and three stepchildren—the youngest of whom was 5-years-old. Although I knew little about being a wife, and even less about being a stepmother, I was confident and willingly accepting the situation. […]
We open our motel at the beginning of June. It is three weeks later than our usual opening time, which is usually after the frost is gone and before the official Memorial Day start of the season. When we drive into the parking lot loaded with our stuff, I am taken back by the height […]
Going with Grammy to the nearby plaza and riding on the carousel was such a special occasion. I remember walking hand-in-hand with her and when the carousel came into view I squealed, let go of her hand, and rushed toward the carousel and my favorite horse, Daisy, a prancing white, wooden horse with an English-style […]
“Hello, Bob. And Bob. And Bob. And Bob. And Bob.” Gene named them all ‘Bob’—easier that way. Even before quarantine, Gene was a little nutty about this group of eight or nine giant starfish living under seal rock. That’s the rock we paddled past a few years ago with a fat seal sunning itself and sitting […]
by Eddie McPuppers as told to B. Lynn Goodwin Mommy and Daddy cover their mouths and noses with black masks. Is everyone a bandit now? If you’re wearing a bandit mask, are you going to steal me? Should I bite you in self- defense? Mommy and Daddy don’t have people over anymore. Not that they […]