Category Archives: Scene from a Memoir

The Princess and the Peed Off Copy Machine Woman

Image by Ross Berteig (CC by 2.0) During my first year of teaching, I learned a tip: get on the good side of the secretaries and the janitors. What I didn’t know, though, was that there was another person more … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir | Tagged , , , | 28 Comments

A landslide brought me down

 Image by Catherine (Creative Commons) When I worked as a wedding videographer, this happiest day of a couple’s life could be filled with orchids and doves, but it could also show the worst in a person. Bridezillas exist, and they … Continue reading

Posted in Music, Scene from a Memoir | Tagged , , , , | 51 Comments

Lost in Cuzco

During my first day in Peru last August, my mushy brain and I kept stumbling over simple questions. I had started at sea level 20 hours before, endured a cheap-flight marathon through five airports, and crashed in a hotel room … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir, Travel | Tagged , , , | 19 Comments

Size Does Matter: Little Trees and Stonehenge

Remember that scene in This is Spinal Tap when the band plans a majestic replica of Stonehenge that will sing the glories of their badassitude, but then they screw up the calculations, and an 18 inch tall model stands on … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir | Tagged , , , | 13 Comments

Public Speaking

Image by Leon Fishman “According to most studies, people’s number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Now this means, to the average person, if you have to go to a funeral, you’re better off in the casket … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir | Tagged , , , , | 27 Comments

From Home Depot to Pulp Fiction

“Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!” He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. – F. Scott … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir | Tagged , , , | 16 Comments

Getting Beat by the Blind Kid with Cerebral Palsy

My nephew Ben was born prematurely with cerebral palsy. His seventeen years have been punctuated by painful operations. He has faced each one with courage and grace, hardly complaining, occasionally admitting that it doesn’t feel so great to have been … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir | Tagged , , , | 30 Comments

The Incredibly Shrinking Tick

“The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.” — Theodore Roosevelt … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir | Tagged , , | 32 Comments

First World Problems

My son is tiptoeing around me, asking questions about my blog and my race, trying to break the ice. He knows I am still angry with him. I agree to bring him to his Saturday practice, alone, another touchy subject … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir | Tagged | 27 Comments

Bad News Shop: Bases Loaded, Bottom of the Ninth

Bases loaded, bottom of the ninth. If she can just hold off this batter, she’ll get her first win. The 7th-grade wood shop teacher made it clear that girls shouldn’t be in shop. The alternative, home economics, had a final … Continue reading

Posted in Scene from a Memoir | Tagged , | 50 Comments