Playing in the Valley of the Green Giants
Childhood summers contain elements of fantasy that I am not ready to give up. […]
Category: childhood
Airport Nightmares
I will admit to being scared – I am acutely frightened these days of my status as an immigrant but in truth, I have felt this way since childhood. When I was six, my mother took her two daughters from our home in Scotland to meet our ship captain father in Alabama. We flew into a […]
Good Enough
I’ve had many opportunities to think about perfectionism lately. Being from a family of overachievers, I struggled with it from toddlerhood. I keep thinking I have it in the bag but … not so true. I remember mimicking other teenagers when I first immigrated to America. The stress to fit in was so great, I […]
"Now?" "No not yet."
When anyone asks me to describe my childhood, I have a stock answer. “We had a childhood written by Stephen King starring Cruella DeVille and Captain Ahab.” That usually shuts them up. It’s painful when you don’t have the All-American-Family portrayed by Norman Rockwell. I have the European-Holocaust-AbsentShipCaptain-family portrayed by Bosch and Dali. My dislike […]