Storytime – Dropped from a drifting craft Considering one thing and another, I have always been sure I could not possibly be related to Those People who raised me. And who, in theory, birthed me. Sadly, there was always one problem… Read More ›
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MY MOM’S ADVENTUROUS HONEYMOON – BY ELLIN CURLEY
At the age of 19, my mother married a 34-year-old doctor named Abraham. Her father’s name was also Abraham so her husband became known by his initials, A.O. She and A.O. decided to honeymoon in Russia so Mom could meet… Read More ›
DOGS WITH SUPERPOWERS – BY ELLIN CURLEY
Tom and I have had some awesome dogs. And some of them had some mad skills. For example, Tom had a Giant Schnauzer named George. He was a serious herder. When Tom had a party, everyone always ended up huddled… Read More ›
MEMORIES OF MAO
Long ago in a land far away, we had a Siamese cat. Mao — “cat” in Chinese. I don’t know if that’s Mandarin, Cantonese or some other dialect, but it was a good name. We got Mao as a tiny… Read More ›
THE CAT IN THE TREE – BY ELLIN CURLEY
The story of the cat in the tree is part of our family folk-lore. While not a major, life-altering event, it’s a good story with a happy ending. Tom and I were scheduled to leave for London the following day…. Read More ›
ANECDOTES – MOM AS A NAIVE YOUNG WOMAN – BY ELLIN CURLEY
The mom I knew was a totally competent, in charge, practical person. But she loved to tell stories about how totally naïve she was as a young adult. My mom complained that growing up, her mom had done everything for… Read More ›
PICKY, PICKY
Once upon a time, in a far away land, the Boss assigned me a secretary. Not part of a pool, but a whole person. With a master’s degree from Mt. Holyoke. Pretty daunting. I’d never had a secretary or even… Read More ›
THE FORTUNE TELLER WHO RUINED MY GRANDFATHER’S LIFE – BY ELLIN CURLEY
My father was a scientist and a very rational man. He didn’t believe in religion or have any superstitions, except one. He told me to never, ever go to a fortune-teller. He had a logical reason. HIS father had told… Read More ›
TELLING STORIES – Marilyn Armstrong
Last night I dreamed about chickens. After a tooth-grinding review of how badly mistreated we have been by past employers — Garry’s and mine — somehow I slid sideways into an old house in the country. It looked a lot… Read More ›
