Teenagers Can Eat!

Dig In!

Dig In!

 

In Everything Came in a Big Pot (link), I wrote about dinners at our crazy house while growing up on Prytania.  At one point, I think 7 of us were teenagers, and boy, can teenagers ever eat!

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The Egg Lady is Wearing no Clothes

We could use a few of these

We could use a few of these

Today as I was driving my son to work, (he’s wrecked his car again), I was listening to the local NPR station.  They were running a story about the Puerto Rican debt crisis.  The report talked about how their government has been mis-spending funds and borrowing money on bond debt for over 20 years.

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If You Have to Spew, Spew into This

Shameless cute kitty pic (our new family member)

Shameless cute kitty pic (our new family member)

Usually with each new story I write, my memory is spurred by some other current event. Such is this story. At the time of beginning this story, I just got off the phone with the breeder of the new family edition scheduled to join us next week. Her name is Minka, (the kitten, not the breeder), and is a blue mink ragdoll kitten. Several weeks ago I wrote a pet owner’s love story when we lost Sasha (link). As with our irreplaceable children, no kitten will ever replace Sasha but we really are looking forward to our new baby. And this is what reminded me of something that happened with our first ‘human’ baby.  Continue reading

When Did You First Play Doctor?

Please allow me to check your heart

Please allow me to check your heart

This will be a very short story and the only reason I’m writing it I guess is because it is one of my earliest memories and one of my goals for my blog is to document every childhood memory, no matter its significance. The more significant purpose in this endeavor, (I think), is that each time I sit down to write a story, it forces me to give thought about why I even remember the particular memory – why did I remember this and did the event have any impact on me as an adult? Continue reading