Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go. Now I’m the grandmother. A family minus the smallest plus one. Anyone can join us. Holidays deserve celebration throughout the year. Religious or secular. But I do have … Continue reading →
The phone rang at 6:47 PM. Caleb asked, “Mommy?” “No,” I answered. “Jake?” As I picked it up and ignored the call from a 570 area code, I said; “No, not Jake.” That is the way my grandson knows his … Continue reading →
There was this crazy story of my great-aunt that someone told me years ago. According to the storyteller, Aunt Celeste’s underwear dropped to the floor as she stood in front of a classroom full of students; she calmly picked them … Continue reading →
Today I started researching writing courses. The Creative Nonfiction website offered an opportunity to write a story about starting over, a paying opportunity. I’m starting over, a story I share with women of all ages. I’m 65 years old starting over. I’ve … Continue reading →
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Last spring my husband bought a motorcycle, swapping the Kawasaki of 30 years ago for an orange Harley Davidson. Orange, my favorite color, but an odd one for a Harley. I always picture the black Harley. A few people said midlife crisis, BAMBI, flaky. I said nothing. He never consulted me on the purchase, although I knew he was buying one. I think it was just one of those things I was to interpret; inevitably I considered the parallels of the Kawasaki to the Harley. My friend said at his age people were getting rid of motorcycles instead of hopping on. A relative got rid of his after a couple of close calls. Someone said to wait for tattoos. I never thought it foolish, believing he could decide his own risks.
I was heartened and saddened by his seeming desire to bond with his son who owned three motorcycles and parked at least one in our garage. I saw this as a hopeful sign of reaching out in new ways to family members. His purchase, though, may have been more duplicitous than that. Assuredly, a motorcycle was a better choice than the skateboards that my stepson still ramped up and down after 30 odd years which resulted in a broken bone my mother-in-law warned him about before he left for a skateboard weekend a few years ago. She hated to be right.
One day my stepson stopped out to the house with his girlfriend-at-the-time. I snapped a picture as they rode away with her holding on to him. I was envious of that time in life. Motorcycles seemed to offer a certain free lifestyle. But a machine doesn’t make you free, although it may feel like that for the length of the ride. Then you return home. Maybe that’s the dream, to never return home.
Jacob said his ex-wife and her cousin were attracted to men on motorcycles, something confirmed in a story told by an old boyfriend. How much does that chick-magnet reason have on a man’s decision to buy a motorcycle? But I am more interested in women on motorcycles. There was a woman at the mushroom mines who always rolled in on her bike. There are women riders about town. So why do women buy motorcycles? Proof that we can join in any activity that men have dominated? A show of skill? The adrenaline rush of riding the open road as the heroine in your own story? Attracting men? Maybe they, like me, have that wish to keep moving relatively unencumbered to the end of the road. Or maybe it’s just easier to park.
Thousands write about the grandeur of the Grand Canyon. They’re all right, and this huge colorful area of land and rock carved out millions of years ago has been described better than I ever could, so I won’t try. It’s … Continue reading →
It’s Christmas time again. Yesterday I visited my parents and in-laws. I visited a few months ago after Cary’s relapse not knowing exactly why I stopped that day after dropping off my grandson at daycare. It has been 17 years … Continue reading →
Christmas shopping is going to be easy this year. My husband and I haven’t exchanged presents for several years now, although I always tried to get him something small and with meaning. One year I bought him a couple of … Continue reading →
I recently read a heartbreaking article written by Gene Weingarten for the Washington Post about parents who forgot their children in the car . His article shared the stories of several of those devastated parents. Over two years ago, I read … Continue reading →