It was the spring of 1983. I had only been asked out a couple of times since my first disappointing kiss during my sophomore year, and none of the dates were anything to write home about. Despite the unfavorable odds against me, I couldn’t quell my teenage optimism and believed that I would soon meet…
Humor
Memories of Prom
I just received pictures of my niece posing in the front yard of her house before prom last weekend. She looked so pretty in a stunning vintage green gown. The more I looked at the photo, the older I felt, but I also I sensed a strange mix of reflective excitement, embarrassment and revulsion as…
Buying Culture
One might think that families with moderate incomes would stick to strict budgets, right? Nope. Persons living overseas who spend significant cash on travel would not have the resources to buy frivolous items, right? Nah. Military folks who move every two to three years would not want to accumulate many breakable or irreplaceable objects, right?…
Bagging the Bagger
The year was 1993. It was the day after our honeymoon, and I’d just moved to Alexandria, Virginia to set up house with my new mate. My active duty Navy husband carted me around to get a military ID, submit Tricare forms, and obtain stickers for my car, so I could be an official, card-carrying…
