How Neil Young Saved My Life

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Like most teenagers, I was passionate about music. Back when there were record players and 33 RPM albums with creatively rendered covers that opened like books, I collected and listened, read the liner notes and knew the words to hundreds of songs by heart. Artists like Joni Mitchell, Linda Ronstadt, Stevie Wonder, Billy Joel and the Eagles were on my daily playlist. And then … [Read more...]

Photographs and Memories

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Thousands and thousands of photographs sit in a large, plastic bin, haphazardly sorted by year. Even with all of the work I've done scanning photos to my computer, these thousands still wait to be dealt with.  I carefully peeled them out of their albums years ago, concerned they would disintegrate in the cheap plastic pages, dating some of them, others a mystery. And so I … [Read more...]

The Best Thing I Ever Did for My Son

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In about a month, my son will graduate from college. Since he's my youngest, this means that my days as a "mom" who gives my kids their allowance, reminds them of doctor's appointments, thank you notes, bank deposits, getting their cars washed, registering for classes, calling their grandmothers, ordering contact lenses, buying new underwear, and so many other things...those … [Read more...]

The Night I Became a Teenager – the Beatles and Saturday Night Live

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In the fall of 1975 I went to a birthday party.  It was a time when we were quite impressed with ourselves, my friends and I. We had the right clothes - overalls and carpenter pants, Frye boots and Huck-a-Poo shirts, and we were, for the most part, unsupervised most of the time, free to smoke cigarettes and pot and drink cheap beer. We were so young, but, due to our proximity … [Read more...]

A Journey Across the Country That Changed Everything

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  We were a nomadic family. For a variety of reasons, my family moved to a new home every 2-3 years when I was growing up. While nearly all of those homes were in the same town, each move meant changing schools,  which meant starting over again - new friends, new teachers, a new street, a new bedroom. I grew to expect the changes, and also developed a somewhat … [Read more...]