100 Memoirs

The pattern started on our honeymoon, 1969, 40 years ago.  Stuart had $600 in his checking account when we got married.  I spent all the money I earned that summer– the summer of my 21st birthday, the summer of Woodstock and the moon landing, and the summer of our wedding– on the wedding dress, flowers, [...]

I grew up on a farm where the term “vacation” had absolutely no meaning.  We did not load up the five kids into the car and take off for the Pacific.  In fact, though we were only 75 miles from the Atlantic, we never went to see that, either.
The highlight of my summers as a [...]