Perhaps my earliest of all Christmas memories was the year of the “Ball-Headed Baby Jesus.” It went a little something like this… “And what do you want for Christmas, little girl?” Santa asked me as I stood several feet away from this bearded, fat man I had grown terribly afraid of, and I said nothing. He asked again, and I clutched my mother’s leg, hiding behind her. “I bet I know what Mama wants for Christmas this year!” He said…
After an intense cleaning spree, sporting no makeup, filthy and paint splattered, I made a split decision to take a quick dump run, as I had a fair amount of garbage already loaded up in the car. Descending down my driveway, thoughts raced through my head as I mentally planned out the rest of my agenda-filled day and tried to calculate the hours left in which to accomplish it. As I drove along the twists and turns of the rural…
We can all probably remember that one sought-after toy that failed to show up on Christmas morning… It was the one toy at the top of our Santa list that we would fantasize for weeks about seeing glistening under the tree lights. For me, it was the 1970’s “Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman” action figure doll by Mego. I remember I wanted that doll so bad I could taste it! I still recall writing that Santa letter and…
I’ve been asked by friends on several different occasions to accompany them to events when they needed a last-minute escort. One time it was wedding. Wedding=food+cake. “Sure, I’ll go.” Another time, many moons ago, it was a blind date. Blind date=food+entertainment (for me anyway). “Sure, I’ll go.” If my bosom buddies happen to find themselves in a pickle needing a last-minute companion, if I’m asked, I’ll most likely go. The following was a particularly unusual circumstance… A friend called me…