Tag Archive | memoir
During the summer before I started college, I worked as a laborer for a lawn-cutting service. There were five guys on the crew — including me — and my boss was a guy named Crew Leader Carl. He had hair down to his shoulders and always had a cigarette sticking out the side of his […]
I like living in a small town. There are so many quirks that you don’t get to enjoy anywhere else. Like the one time I went to a community theater to see a play. As everyone was settling into their seats, a man in a bathrobe walked in. I saw him and assumed he was […]
Pretty much every Bob Seger song is him reminiscing about his youth. That’s not to knock Bob Seger. I’m a huge fan. But if you listen to his lyrics, you start to notice a pattern. “Night Moves.” “Like a Rock.” “Main Street.” “Against the Wind.” Each song is about an older man looking back on […]
Growing up, there was always that one petulant kid who’d throw inexplicable tantrums during class. He could be mellow one moment and transform into a Tasmanian devil the next. (And just so we’re clear, I’m not talking about President Trump.) You never knew what would set this kid off. Everyone would walk on eggshells in […]
People often are amazed to learn I can juggle. I’m not great at it. I can juggle three balls pretty well and even do a few tricks. I’m competent with four, but I can’t do any tricks — only straight juggling. Every time I’ve attempted to toss a ball under my leg or behind my […]
“I am always drawn back to the places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.” — Truman Capote “There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.” — Joan Didion My childhood home is destroyed. Abandoned. Most of the back fence has blown down, and where a gazebo once stood sits […]
It’s been 15 years since 9-11. Fifteen years. In some ways, it seems like a lifetime ago. In others, it feels like only yesterday. If you were alive, you probably remember what you were doing when you heard the news. You probably remember the fear, the confusion, the angst, the uncertainty. I was a 19-year-old […]
A few years ago, I purchased an analog-to-digital converter so I could import all of my family’s VHS home movies into the computer. Capturing the video required playing it in real time, so I watched as milestones from my childhood unspooled before my eyes. It was like reliving the long-ago moments of a cobwebbed memory […]
I have a relative who likes to forecast the outcome of every movie he watches. The problem is, he’s always 100 percent wrong.
I was so excited as a kid to receive a Bat Copter for Christmas … even though it was nowhere to be found in the movie it was based on.