Author Archive: remombrances

Black Friday

Went to the mall today.  Partly, after overeating yesterday, I just wanted to get up and move.  But partly, I needed to confront the mall on the mall-est day ever.  I needed to stare down my grief, and the mall was my place with Mom. I have been to the mall only a handful of …

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Gone to the dogs

It didn’t seem to matter how much I begged and pleaded, the answer was always “no.”  The conversation usually went something like this: “But how come I can’t-” “No.” “Everyone else has-” “No.” “Why?  Why, why, why, why when-” “No, no, no.” “You had one when you were-” “Lorraine, I said, ‘No.’ ” And that was …

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November 9th

Scorpio Strength Keywords: – Loyal – Passionate – Resourceful – Observant – Dynamic Scorpios are fiercely independent. They are able to accomplish anything they put their mind to and they won’t give up. They are perfectly suited to being on their own. They are not social butterflies like some other zodiac signs and some actually …

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Better Safe Than Sorry

It wasn’t often that Grandpa took Mom into downtown L.A.   Reaching down from his big, brown leather chair with the gold rivets along the arms, he ignored the ache in his fingers which warned of arthritis. “Come here, Pet,” he stretched further to reach Mom’s small Mary Janes.  “Let’s get these on you.” Mom was excited.  …

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Bushel and a Peck

Mom used to sing this song to me when I was little. That reminds me, too, of how she would sometimes try to bribe me into doing a chore. “I don’t know…” I’d protest. “I’ll give you a little something for doing it,” Mom would wager. “Like what?” “I’ll give you… a hug and a …

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Singing in Church

For a long while, more than anything else in the world, I wanted to be like Cher.  As I’d watch her on television on Sunday nights with Sonny, and later when she ventured out on her own, she was the ideal of womanhood for me.  I set about starving myself and growing my hair, and in …

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Little Catholic Things

JMJ Some of the most special things Mom taught me were rooted in the Catholic faith.  Ordinary parts of a day were infused with a spiritual meaning.  No detail was neglected, all was for God.  Here are some of the devotions which stand out, looking back. 1. When you are driving past a church, say …

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No Apple Betty!

My parents teased one another in rotation.  The same little pokes and jabs arose mischievously, and their banter became grooves of a record, more familiar and loved upon repetition.   One of the ol’ favorites was from Dad. “I think I’ll make an apple betty this weekend,” Dad would tease, winking.  Sometimes Dad exaggerated his wink and his …

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We Want Strawberries!

“I wish I had more hours in my day,” Mom would lament.  So long as there was a needy soul somewhere, Mom felt guilty closing her eyes to rest.  A kind heart and Irish Catholic guilt had fashioned Mom into a works-of-mercy junkie.  Corporal works of mercy, spiritual works of mercy- it was all good so …

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Something Special

In my traditional household, Mom compromised in ways today’s mothers would plainly refuse.  Dad could put his foot down, as was customary in the 1950’s, and it was seen as a sign of knowing one’s limits, clear self-expression, and a man “taking the reins.”  Mom derived an element of security from these traditional roles, but the dynamics …

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