Once upon a time, there was a little girl who read the Sunday comics, and laughed at Dick Tracy's two-way video communicator watch. Heck, he got better reception than the TV, and never needed to whack the thing to clear up the picture. It was quite obviously fantasy ( Read more... )

I read Shweta Narayan's post at http://shweta-narayan.livejournal.com/95168.html, and it woke uncomfortable childhood memories.

I had a pretty normal childhood, from what I remember, up through first grade.  I went to the school my parents picked for me, and made friends, and, so far as I can remember, was just one of the students, neither special ( Read more... )

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It was back in 2001, and I was worried about the state of the world, and of this country in particular. We had a president who I’d never liked (and who publicly had stated more than mere dislike of my religion), who had paid millions to hide his abysmal environmental record and other aspects of his tenure as governor of Texas; a president who many ( Read more... )

My grandmother was a strong, active woman in her youth, and even into her 80s.  However, age began to catch up with her, and in her late 80s and early 90s, she was frail, with poor circulation-so poor that in the end, she stopped wearing even socks, and went barefoot in the house as she moved about slowly with her walker. Her mind became fuzzy, and ( Read more... )