This is the last story in my series of eight, and it has been the hardest one to write. I was originally going to entitle this post “Wedding Day,” but as my husband so helpfully pointed out, our actual wedding was several months prior to our reception, a...
This is the tale of my rise in childhood to become the most powerful art dictator of Hamilton, Virginia, population 800. Well, no, it’s not quite like that. One of my fondest childhood memories was setting up art projects for my younger siblings. I used to...
I couldn’t write this series of eight stories without telling you about my grandparents. My grandfather was born in 1920, and my grandmother in 1925, so when the U.S. joined World War II in 1941, they were both young adults. Grandpa was hired right out of...
Today’s story is about a day I don’t remember very well. I don’t remember how old I was; I don’t remember the weather, or what I ate that day. I’m not even 100% sure who was with me. So why write about such a day that’s so foggy in...
For Election Day, I’ve decided to tell the tale of my first job – as a telemarketer at the Republican National Committee in Washington, D.C. And yes, it’s as bad as you’re probably imagining. Before I start my story, I’m going to tell you...
Simple stories tend to be my favorites, and that’s what I have for you today. This is the story of a sick day I had as a kid. One day in seventh grade I had a fever, so my dad had me stay home from school. At 13, I was old enough to take care of myself. I was...
