I’ve had a hankering lately for a kind of cookie. For the life of me, I cannot remember where I first had them or made them. I am sure I have made them, and I damn well know I have eaten them. And when I ran across a recipe, I knew I had to make…
My Dad and my stepmom had a cottage on Long Lake (Michigan). (The family still has one but it is another cottage – a much nicer, larger cottage.) This first cottage was nothing fancy, to say the least. It did not even have an inside toilet! At least not at first. But hey, the outhouse,…
Okay. Truth be told, Ferd Keeners (names have been changed to protect the innocent – nah, it’s just a nickname I have for Ken Frieders) did not break my leg. It was the culmination of teens fucking around. It was the first day of Christmas vacation my senior year of high school, and I attended…
When I was in elementary school, we had a very big playground. The perimeter was fenced in, plus there was a fence that ran down the middle – monkey bars, swings, and this deadly merry-go-round thingie (more on that later) on one side, the slide, teeter-totters, and a jungle gym on the other. At recess…
When I was 6 years old, I was hospitalized because of an earache. It was a very weird experience, and I don’t remember the particulars too well. But I did get a Chatty Cathy out of the deal. First, it was a small, almost private, hospital, with private rooms. In the middle of the night,…
My sweet husband and I watched the movie Boyhood the other night. It’s a lovely movie; and if you can judge a movie by the emotions it evokes, this one certainly deserved its Oscar nomination. The emotion it evoked for me was anger. Lots and lots of anger. Instead of Boyhood, to me the movie…
I have noticed in my singing that my breath support is just not as good as it used to be. Well that sucks. So I decided to do something about it. I pulled out my old French Horn (I’ve had it since High School – at the advice our HS band director, Mr. Story, my…
My (maternal) Grandma and I used to watch TV together a lot. Into the 70s, more and more, my Grandma would comment, “Who thinks up this stuff?” Last night, we watched Eraserhead. And all I can say is, “Who thinks up this stuff?” Hi Grandma, it’s good to be you.
The first time I got drunk was at a party my sister invited me to. I was not underage (drinking age in Michigan was 18), but I had never been drunk. I decided that I wanted (nay, needed) to get drunk because I had played Vera Charles in Mame, and was about to do so…
I don’t like wearing bras much. However, not wearing a bra is going to be uncomfortable for me (and probably others, but fuck them). I got big old saggy fat lady boobies. Sad to say, I have always had big old saggy fat lady boobies – even as a sweet young thing (as the picture…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 