Category Nostalgia
Remember That Time…we listened to the radio?
This week I’m road trippin’ with the fam to the setting of most of my Remember That Time We Did the Things posts, Memphis, Tennessee. It’s the hometown that I love to hate, but since Memphis is basically my family, no one is allowed to talk smack about it except me. You know how you […]
Step One to Beating the Childhood Doldrums: Summon the Dead
When you are a kid, sleeping at a home other than your own is a welcomed break from the norm, despite the apparent lunacy of the practice. I mean, seriously, your odds of contracting childhood lice are high enough as it is just by attending school. It seems like you would want to avoid any opportunity […]
Remember That Time…you spent the night?
So, with the first week of Ashley’s and my nostalgic blog linkup Remember the Time When We Did the Things behind us, I think we can safely say that it was a good idea to get y’all to write stuff for us. Even though we launched it on a day when most Americans were busier […]
A Hundred Amtrak Trips All Squashed Into 600 Words
2003. Novemberish. In a car parked behind a now-defunct bookstore, I tell B that he is alright and all, but I’ll be leaving Memphis next year to go to school in Chicago, leaving him behind to finish his last year at CBU without me. He tears up and bites his tongue. He doesn’t care that […]
Revisiting MacRae Cemetery
C and I have been going on a lot of walks lately. She gets into this strange baby hypnosis mode when we’re out exploring and sometimes for fun I wave my palm in front of her face to determine how zonked she is. She swats it away and is like, “LADY, I was in a […]
Saturdays at Mimi’s
On January 16, 1982, a Mimi was born. A fancy grandmother. Was Mimi ever not a fancy grandmother? How did she exist before her first grandchild came into the world? Who did she make chocolate pudding with the skin on top for before that day? Who did she talk about at Garden Club and Birthday […]
Here’s a piece of paper with Batman on it. I mean, I love you.
I played the childhood game well. I was an active participant in all the fun that could possibly be had. I finger painted with pudding. I sang “I’m A Little Teapot” and did all the motions. I hunted for eggs like a boss. I ate my Happy Meal and I liked it. I bought it […]
My Essay on Eloise
In my heyday I wrote a couple papers on books. Turns out that when you pursue a BA and an MA in English you have to read a little bit and then make sentences about those books and give them to a professor so s/he can tell you how you were using semicolons incorrectly. Then […]
Forgetful Jones, You Are Not Forgotten
Awhile back I saw this image macro floating around on the Intertron: Aside from the fact that the comparison of Mitt Romney to Guy Smiley seems a tad bit forced, this picture bummed me out. It reminded me that there was a time when Guy Smiley – a character from the Sesame Street of my […]
Uncomfortable Is the Way You Make Me Feel
Let’s talk about Michael Jackson for a minute. I love Michael. He was an entertainment god and his videos have a mythic quality about them. I mean, Thriller, seriously? It is justly considered the best video of all time. However, watching his videos requires a certain suspension of disbelief because they are often about as […]
The Waiting 