Growing up in a plaid flannel teenage wasteland

Plaid flannel grunge

Not a day went by where I wasn’t decked out in some plaid flannel

It took me almost 13 years to discover that I loved – that I lived for – music. Blame it on the fact that when I was a young child, my mom’s radio tendencies skewed toward classical music, Neil Diamond or Katrina and the Waves. Or perhaps my dad is to blame for my lack of interest in music as a child. He showed zero interest in music then, and to this day I have no idea if he prefers Dave Matthews or David Lee Roth. All I know about my father’s musical tastes is that he vomited during a Kenny G show many years ago, and for that, I am a proud daughter.  Continue reading

The croquet mallet is mightier than the sword

Croquette: it's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.

Croquet: it’s all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.

Growing up on Hunter Lane as a child was an interesting experience. It was a suburban block where blue collar dads who spent their time under cars in an auto shop comingled with guys working the mailroom at some amorphous corporation. Continue reading

No Scooby Snacks for you

Yikes, gang - we'd better make a break for it!

Yikes, gang – we’d better make a break for it!

All kids who grew up in the early 80’s had a repertoire of go-to games: Hide & Seek, Mother May I, Tag, Freeze Tag, Red Light Green Light. Those were the days before iPads (and the likely inevitable subsequent hit A&E TV series “Intervention: Candy Crush”). Those were the days when TVs only had three channels, which – aside from the hallowed Saturday morning cartoon line-up – seemed to only broadcast news, soap operas or sports; kids had nothing else to do but go outside and play. And that’s what we did. Continue reading