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My younger sister Dona and I were standing in the lobby of the nicest hotel I had ever seen. I was 22 years old at the time and she was 19; neither of us were that worldly. It was August of 1974 and our father had just exchanged wedding vows with his second wife at the … Continue reading
In Junior High school, I was included in a group of perceived “popular kids.” One of our classmates was bullied and ostracized by many, including our group. I felt very bad for her at the time and while I did not participate in the bullying, I ignored her (as well as my feelings).
Our dog Happy does not know that he is a dog. As we walk through the neighborhood and as other dogs come rushing over to greet us, Happy shows no indication to these alien creatures that he has any intention of being playful.
The word ‘smooth‘ can, like most words, take on such personally repulsing or lovingly representative measures of the many transitions in the lives of those around us. Sayings like “He is a smooth operator; Smooth move, Dork!; Smooth and creamy; Smooth talker; Smooth sailing;”, e.g.. When I write, being truthful about the process, I labor over choosing the … Continue reading
The hood we have reluctantly allowed to be placed over our pates as children has stifled the innate curiosity born in every man, woman and child. Occasionally, in remote parts of each of the millennial kingdoms, there have been resurgences of castoffs: those of us that have cast off our hoods soon, or in some cases not so soon, after a child’s world and before slipping into … Continue reading
An eleven minute video of the house of my dreams A few years before my husband Wayne died in 1991, he asked what sort of house I would like for him to build me. Being 14 years my senior, he was sure that I would outlive him and wanted to leave me the house of … Continue reading
Belmont, California is a quaint town just twenty miles south of San Francisco. On January 18th of the year 2005, started out as just another rainless day. The drought situation was on the minds of Ruth Hume’s neighbors, and the main topic of their conversations. She, however, was concerned about the massive amount of blood she saw … Continue reading Continue reading
May of 1966 started out with such promise. I had just graduated with honors from Junior High school and was chosen to give the commencement address. Springtime in Southern Illinois, in my memory has the smell of freshly mown lawns and a hint of impending rain. Toward the end of May and through the month … Continue reading
In the early 1970’s, I had moved to a small riverboat town on the Mississippi River with a population of about one-thousand. When the river barges stopped for repairs, the population grew by at least one-hundred. I was 22 years old at the time and was drinking beer quite excessively.
As a 13-year old girl, I started dancing in my room while no one was watching. I was coming out of my tomboy years, more out of necessity than desire; I had developed huge breasts. In Jr-High, I was chosen as cheerleader at the try-outs. It was apparent that I did not get votes for … Continue reading
Barbara Duncan Mathies 