On August 20th, 1955 I took a deep breath and dove in. I’ve been wondering ever since how I did it.
Music: Dance Rémy, “Les crocodiles mangent aussi les bonneshommes Wizzards,” Sherman Edwards, Ben Raleigh, “Wonderful Wonderful”
My mother’s first cousin, Priscilla, was everything I’d hoped to be.
Music: David Shulman, “Cat Bing Cherry,” Quiet Life Motel, quietlifemotel.com
Lonely Tea Parties were times spent with my stuffed animals that nurtured my fantasy life.
Music: The Chordettes, “Mr. Sandman,” David Schulman, “Luna Tiera,” quietlifemotel.com
I’ve long conflated my mother’s competitive nature with “hair.” Short hair and bangs was her formula for me during my elementary school years.
Music: “Capetown Lullaby,” Quiet Life Motel, quietlifemotel.com
Thinking back on my elementary school days, I wonder what I learned about friendship and how I came to have the friends I did.
Music: “Silva Rerum,” “Espero.” David Schulman, quietlifemotel.com
The adventure began when my mother accidentally started a kitchen fire.
Music: David Shulman, “Night Thereon,” Quiet Life Motel, quietlifemotel.com
Children have the need for a clear dividing line between right and wrong. My sister Chrissie and I were no different.
Music: David Schulman, “Underglass” and “Nocturne.” quietlifemotel.com
