Six Generations of First Born Women

The Head of the Charles is a popular college rowing event held in Cambridge every spring. I was at the B.U. boathouse that year to provide moral support for a guy I was dating who rowed for the team. It was a chilly day in April and I was under-dressed. There was a group of older guys a short... Sign in to see full entry.

I'd stolen my freedom at 14 so by the time I went off to college I took that freedom for granted. Was I in for a rude awakening. In September 1963 my mom and dad helped me pack up the family station wagon and my dad drove us to Boston. Dad hated Boston immediately. He drove across the Mystic River... Sign in to see full entry.

The alarms would erupt with an ear shattering blast. We knew what to do. They showed the film in class. Our teacher demonstrated how to squat under our desks, draw our knees up, tuck your head down. Some of us cried. It was my kindergarten class 1950. The fear factor embedded itself in my psyche... Sign in to see full entry.

My parents slept in the same bed for 57 years. That I never saw them kiss on the lips, embrace with passion or any kind of feeling is astounding. I had no intention to write about this. I had other subjects on my list, but in plundering the nooks and crannies of my brain to write this blog not a... Sign in to see full entry.

My father's father committed suicide when my father was 14. His family had immigrated to this country from Denmark. That's all I know about it. That I know about it at all is accidental. I overheard a hushed phonecall. My mother was talking to someone. From what I could discern my mother implied... Sign in to see full entry.