Posts made in December, 2018

My Wobbly Bicycle, 162

Posted by on Dec 24, 2018 in Archive | 15 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 162

I remember series-wired Christmas bulbs, waiting in my youthful despair as my father crawled around on his knees, testing one after the other to find the bad one so the string would come back on. I remember bubble lights (same story), and large round pink lights (my grandmother’s idea of being contemporary), and then strands of tiny lights. Our current tree came pre-wired with hundreds of tiny white lights. Actually, we have three trees in our condo: the big one, a tiny one made of sticks, and a medium size one, a cone that I put baby lights on. Everything is so sparkly. And so dark...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 161

Posted by on Dec 12, 2018 in Archive | 13 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 161

A few flags are still at half-mast for George H. W. Bush. Some of us didn’t like him any better than we liked Ronald Reagan. Yet as I listened to the tributes to Bush when he died, I heard them—probably you did too— foregrounded by the depravity of our current president. Now we see with different eyes. A friend reminded me that George H. W. Bush signed the Americans with Disabilities Act. Which matters to me personally. Jerry has needed, at different times in the last few years, a wheelchair, a walker, and a cane. I’m alert for the curb, the high step, the steep incline, the lack of...

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