Category Archives: Reminiscing

Trying

I watched almost an entire infomercial this morning on a product called “My Baby Can Read” where all these tiny taters were, it appears, reading words printed on oversized flash cards. I was enthralled. And completely ready to slap down the 200 hundred bucks for the program. And no, I don’t have any children. But…
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Making Connections

Ok, ok, I’m on a mission and all that. But have I mentioned how amazingly FUN this is? Writing from the perspective of a little person? Working with an artist who draws from the perspective of a little person? Well, it is. It’s fun. And it makes me so happy to imagine the expression on…
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My First Year as a Mother

While the baby naps, I’ve pulled out his little lime green tinsel tree and am decorating it. There are a whole mess of glittery plastic balls,  each with a tiny silver thread with which to hang it. I notice that several loose threads lay on the bottom of the box – a sure sign that not…
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Auld Lang Syne

It was more than 20 years ago that I last haunted the halls (or smoked in the stairwells) of Raritan High School. Recently, a large portion of my class headed to the Jersey shore for a monumental reunion. Twenty years. How did that happen? I’ve never been one of those people to lament the end…
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