Those Were the Days by Deb Jenny

There were several memorable things about which I debated writing for today’s post: the many wonderful traditions my immediate family shares over the holidays and the many wonderful traditions gone awry (like the time we went to our favorite Christmas tree farm to cut down a tree and our young children selected the perfect tree and we hauled it back to the barn to pay and while we waited the…

Tuesday, December 25, 2007
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Heroes: From Tolstoy to My Neighbor Linda by Deb Gail

When I was little I thought no one was more heroic than my mother. She had extraordinary abilities, magical fingers that could French braid my hair and twist tissue paper into flowers. She was a sculptor and a painter, a writer, a gourmet cook, an activist, a decorator and she was warm and fun and funny. Until she grew tired of all that. Including me. My dad was a defense…

Monday, December 10, 2007
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Talkin’ ‘Bout Bad Girls by Deb Jenny

So our theme this week is “being bad” but I’m afraid nothing compelling will be forthcoming from me on the subject. So, those of you with children gathered ’round, have no fear, there will be no titillation in this posting. Because, alas, hate to disappoint you all, but I am not a bad girl. Never have been. More than likely at this point, probably won’t become one. Now I say…

Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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Hey Little Girl–Ya Want Some Candy? by Deb Jenny

When I was little, I was mistress to the high-fructose world of candy. Wax lips, candy cigarettes, Junior Mints, Bit O’ Honey, Sugar Daddies, Baby Ruths…my list of favorite candies was endless. The high point of many of my early elementary school days was stopping at the candy store—either the one behind the school, across a very busy street (who let us do these crazy things like cross busy roads…

Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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Mr. G, Big Man on Playground by Deb Lisa

The first “book” I ever wrote was a serial romance starring Mr. Gemeinhart, our science teacher, read breathlessly to an enraptured crowd of giggling fourth-grade girls under the slide at recess. Every girl in school had a major crush on Mr. Gemeinhart, and we discussed him endlessly at lunch over twinkies and apple slices — his necktie selections, his sparkling blue eyes, whether or not he was cooler than “The…

Wednesday, September 5, 2007
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“Let’s do the time warp agai–uh, for the first time!” by Deb Jess

As the final new Deb to post this week, I feel a little like the last kid in gym class to be tested on the rope climb. Everyone else is relaxing below, watching, while I pray I don’t fall and give myself a rope burn in a sensitive area. Oh well…on with the show! Movies make me nostalgic. The first movie I ever saw in a theater was Pete’s Dragon….

Friday, August 10, 2007
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The Smell of Summer by Deb Tish

For me, nothing evokes magical childhood summers like the smell of an old house, especially that of a smoker. My sister and I spent summers at our grandparents’ place. Each year, she and I would board a propeller plane without parents and fly an hour to Hamilton, Ontario, where our grandfather waited in the tiny airport, smoking homemade unfiltered cigarettes and beaming. These summers were delicious with danger. Every day began at the…

Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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Message in the Sky by Deb Anna

The other day, I was walking home from a friend’s house on a beautiful day. The cliche about L.A. is true — nobody walks, even when it’s just a few blocks, even though we’re all obsessed with exercise. Point is, this was an unusual thing to be doing. While I was walking, I looked up in the sky and saw that a plane was writing a message. I became immediately…

Monday, June 18, 2007
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Bookstores and Beach Rats by Deb Kristy

This week’s topic, Bookstores, comes at an advantageous time for me, as I have recently had the pleasure of visiting two of Florida’s most well respected independent stores and had the distinct honor of meeting their owners and staff. Bookstores have always been hallowed ground for me. Always the New Kid, the Bookworm, the Tomboy, all those childhood labels fell away as soon as I found a bookstore, the great…

Saturday, November 18, 2006
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