It was a very good year… *Cough* Choke on a bit of barf. I really hate that song. However, I was reading BUST magazine’s advice for your 17 year-old self and thought, “Man! Seventeen. That was the shit, yo.” Yeah, I really talk like that in my head. I know it doesn’t jive with my [...]
It’s always fleeting, this first year of life. The magical softness, the effortless cuddles and quiet times spent alone together with just the coos and the sound of your breathing mingled with theirs. So at 3:41 a.m. when The Fifth Element woke up again despite just having eaten I didn’t mind picking her up out [...]
It occurred to me the other day as I was jammin’ out to some funk music (p-funk, g-funk, disco-inspired, 80s stripped, whatever I can’t get enough) in my grocery getter that I am subjecting my kids to music that is akin to what my grandparents made me listen to as a child. Back then, in the [...]
H and I took the kids to a local burger place the other night because a.) he suggested it and b.) there is nothing better to my always nauseous stomach than a cheeseburger (handmade), fries (handcut) and a coke. Seriously. It’s like manna from heaven right now and keeps me content for hours. I digress. While there [...]
Lying across a green and orange paisley and floral couch, I would twist and turn always trying to find a cool spot to rest my face against the fabric. The music was always there. Playing softly, sometimes loudly, always there carrying me along as if I was floating down a river. The soft pumping of [...]
I was probably about eight at the time. I called myself Aubany(with an ‘O’ and some sort of accent on the end. Yeah, I have no idea either. I was eight.). I thought I was Madonna with my permed hair, sunglasses and ballet skirt. I guess that was as close to the ‘Like a Virgin’ [...]
Dear E, I am sad today. Michael Jackson has died and while I wasn’t a fan of his later stuff (minus Remember the Time and that Home Alone kid in his videos) I have such fond memories of us dancing to ‘Rock With You’ while I toiled away at my after school job at CVS. [...]
Nostalgia week comes to an end today with this final and fifth post-There was nothing safe about him. He wasn’t my type in looks or what I thought was his personality. To say that he took a while to grow on me would be an understatement but then again, the feeling was mutual. After three [...]
Nostalgia week continues here with day four- It’s Friday night. Excitement for the weekend has been building all week. As you walk down the hallway of McEwen Hall, second floor, the high numbers (as we liked to be known) one could feel the humidity in the air from at least ten different showers all pouring [...]
Part three of Nostalgia week continues-It was a summer of firsts. I was seventeen and just like the song by the Stray Cats, I needed to let off a little steam. I wanted to be on my own so bad and yet I had no idea how in the world I was supposed to get [...]
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