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Moon Over Olema

November 9, 2017 By Carol Lynn 7 Comments

moon over olema

I had a crush on a boy in high school. For the purpose of this story, let’s call him Boy.

Boy was cute. He had dark hair and dark eyes and he wore jeans and plaid shirts. He slouched a little, in that I’m A Boy And I’m Totally Cool way that makes a girl’s heart swoon.

I had a crush on him because he was so cute, and so cool. I was friends with Boy, too. Not Hang Out And Play Kickball friends, but Nod Sort Of Indifferently At Each Other At School friends. And we had mutual friends, which meant we sometimes ended up in the same person’s living room or participating in the same conversation.

Boy was really cute.

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Nineteen Years And Counting

March 9, 2016 By Carol Lynn 14 Comments

Nineteen Years And Counting

March 15, 1997

It was a chilly day and outrageously sunny. Also windy. The kind of windy that makes a person’s tiara fly off their head.

I know this, because I was trying to look good in one as I scooted from house to limo to church to reception hall on my wedding day. I know this, because “it’s windy” is about the only thought I can remember having on that day, other than, “I don’t care how late the next mass is going to be, I’m not walking down the aisle until my Aunt Rosie gets here.” [Read more…]

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I’m Ok With Spider Webs

September 29, 2014 By Carol Lynn Leave a Comment

I’m Ok With Spider WebsI hate crumbs on the floor.

I like to walk barefoot for as many months of the year as possible and few things are as gross as stepping on crumbs and scraps of wilted lettuce and that one Cheerio that rolled away.

So I like clean floors.

I also like clean sofa cushions. I hate it when the crevices accumulate cat hair and little bits of dropped popcorn kernels. I’m perpetually washing and vacuuming my sofa cushions.

Mold is one of the grossest things of all. It’s black and it’s pink and it’s orange and it’s in my sink and my shower and sometimes on the baseboard in my boiler room closet. Give me a bucket of bleach and I’ll kill every speck of it dead.

But I’m totally ok with spider webs. [Read more…]

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