It wasn’t lost. We just weren’t sharing. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • This Saturday morning I was both bit by the nostalgia bug and feeling the need to go […]
Tag Archives: nostalgia
Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair
My last name – my mothers name by marriage – is Sisko. My mother has always told me that she wanted to name me Sandra Frances so that she could call me San Fran Sisko. I believe she’s serious because she’s said it quite a few times. I hope she’s serious. I like to think […]
On Realizing I’m Not a Kid Anymore
I didn’t include the word “old” in the title and, I’ll admit, that was harder than it seems it should have been. What do we call that place in the middle, anyway? There’s young, there’s old and there’s … well … ? No points for answering “middle-aged” ’cause we all know that’s code for fifty. […]
“DO NOT WANT!”
Ever wish you had people IRL (in your “real-life” life, as in, not in the computer) who you could speak to in your native tongue? People who could come over and understand all the dumb things you’re talking about, regardless of how they felt about them. My flesh and blood family and friends will get […]
It Could Be the Wine
I don’t normally drink wine – as you know I’m one of those no-couth-having beer drinkers. Being a snob about the beer that passes my lips has little to no bearing on what most people I find myself out with think of my taste. If they hear me explaining what I meant when I asked […]
I’ve had my fun and now it’s time to …
A box of mineolas landed on my doorstep yesterday. When I saw the big white box with the words “Fresh Florida Citrus” touted out in orange and green upon the side my first thought was “fuck.” As in, “what am I going to do with four trays of oranges?” I’m a Florida farmer’s daughter – […]
“… permit us to be pirates.”
It’s no secret that I’m extremely nostalgic. My emotional-mind can bend almost any happening into a feeling of homesickness. So, as I sat on my living room floor making perfectly lovely flower arrangements for a party, I wasn’t at all surprised when tears welled in my eyes and a prickly lump formed in my throat. […]
Adjective + Tree
I live in your average Florida subdivision. Some builder found a nice plot of swamp land in the middle of nowhere, bought it on the cheap and dropped seven hundred and fifty thousand houses from airplanes – most narrowly missing each other upon landing. Or maybe there are seeds. Either way, a subdivision was born […]