Love and Air Hockey by Deb Eileen

To be honest, I didn’t remember my first kiss. Luckily, I kept diaries growing up (you remember, hard cover books with tiny, tiny, little keys?) Looking through them for this post brought up several issues:   • My handwriting was awful; each letter is huge and bloated. The world wide deforestation is due in part to my writing. I wasted huge volumes of paper.  I won’t even mention the period where…

Friday, November 10, 2006
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Kiss Me, Baby! by Deb Mia

Ah, young love. Come on, you remember … those single and early double digit years, before we got older and life started showing up in mortgage payments, grocery lists, and — God help us — $4.65 Frappucinos. Those were the innocent years, filled with wishes and endless possibilties (“When I grow up, I want to be a famous writer!”) and, first kisses. My first kiss – not the kind delivered…

Thursday, November 9, 2006
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In The Treehouse by Deb Jennifer

Fifth grade.  Danny.  He had freckles and smelled like some exotic spice: cardamom or coriander.  He was a foster kid and only lived on our street for a year before being sent to another home.   What drew me to Danny (other than the mysterious scent) was that he came from a family more screwed up than my own.  His brother was in juvenile detention.  His mom was in rehab.  His…

Wednesday, November 8, 2006
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Afraid of Spiders? by Deb Kristy

Spiders send me into paroxysms of joy. Or my first car, a 1980 Fiat Pininfarina Spider 2000 did anyway. I have no idea how I came to own the car. One day it appeared in the driveway and my mother told me that on the 5th of each month I’d need to pay some guy named Courtney $200.00.

Saturday, October 7, 2006
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