Rob and I are eating dinner at a hip little café (Northstar in Clintonville). A song comes on over the speakers that I recognize and I try to place it. I think it's from the late 60's or early '70's. rfunk thinks it's from the early '60's ( Read more... )

"Pull the door to" is a phrase I know from my childhood in South Carolina. It means to pull the door almost shut but not latched. You might want to do this to let a crack of light fall into the room, or when you want to close the door quietly without the sound of the latch clicking, such as when trying not to awaken a sleeping person. When I was ( Read more... )

I just got caught eating a tomato like an apple. My co-worker says she thought she was the only one who did that. We traded ritualistic eating habits. She eats cucumbers without slicing them, eating the skin first and then the inside.

Then I remembered muscadines. When I was a teenager a neighbor had muscadine grape vines. Muscadines have a ( Read more... )

A couple of weeks ago, during a long drive to a weekend dance seminar (I wrote a post about it but then I lost it. I'll have to write about it again. Great seminar. But that's neither here nor there at present), my dance teacher and I started discussing Harry Potter, which lead to a discussion of other beloved childhood fantasy books. Authors ( Read more... )

Today is a lovely spring day, like the ones I remember from my childhood. The springs in upstate South Carolina were luscious and luxuriant. There was a period of several years, I was probably somewhere around 8 and 12, when I every spring I made a ritual of reading The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgeson Burnett. It thrilled me to imagine a ( Read more... )