Category Archives: memoir

Always moving on?

Husband and I, two teenagers, one pre-schooler and one as-yet-unborn. In 1977 we all squeezed into a 1971 VW camper and set off for a coast to coast camping trip from the SF Bay area to New Haven, where we … Continue reading

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The Castaways of Disappointment Island.

When I was a child we had a bookcase with books my father had acquired over the years. He had a complete set of Dickens and of H.G. Wells, bought I think as a series, through a newspaper offer. Bookcases … Continue reading

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The Other Side.

I once lived in Oakland, California, in a rather nice parsonage on the edge of the hills. Then we lucked out and got an urban homesteading houseĀ of our own- an abandoned house, with boarded up windows and an FBI notice … Continue reading

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The working poor- again.

Breadline Britain was heavily academic and fact/statistic based- but a really worthwhile book. This week I found a library book, At the Coalface, about the sort of family I grew up in- dad at work, but not earning quite enough, … Continue reading

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The Old Way

Picture yourself holding your mother’s hand, as she holds her mother’s hand and each foremother is a link in a human chain. My grandmother died before I was born so my mother is the only link I have to her. … Continue reading

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Tiger Mother?

No! Western mother! When I first knew my oldest kids (I am their Mom 2.0) they were six and nine. They astounded me by singing all the time, in harmony (the older did the improvised harmonies,) with or without accompaniment. … Continue reading

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Nomad

When I told a nun friend that I was leaving the convent- back in 1967- she said to me,”I wish I could do that. It’s just too scary to try to make a life on my own at my age.” … Continue reading

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