Summer in Douglaston, Queens…in the 80s. We had no idea how beautiful our lives were. A day at the pool, swim team practice, maybe a diving lesson, no supervision, snack bar french fries with lots of ketchup and a “mixed drink” of every flavor of soda in the fountain, ice cream trucks, games of SpitContinue reading “Thank You Dr Ruth”
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I am not a crook…
We were driving our Olivia to a precollege summer session in Vermont. I was anxious, my baby was going away for the first extended period of time, and we had started a little late…I hate to be late. Driving through Connecticut I did that thing…that gradual and clueless acceleration that leads to 88mph in aContinue reading “I am not a crook…”
Hair
Hair: Swoon 54 I am half Armenian. I was born bald with a full set of thick arched eyebrows. It took me a while to grow hair on my head, but once I did…impressive. By nineteen I could grow a mustache faster than my boyfriend, like I said, I am half Armenian. I was alsoContinue reading “Hair”
Swooning 