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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First Kiss By Deb Anna

Ah, my first kiss. His name was Luke. Branson School lower parking lot. After a Christmas tree lighting event which I was attending despite my Jewishness because I’m the second least observant Jew in the world — the first being my mother, who at that moment was still standing at the Christmas tree making small talk with the other mothers and probably looking for me. Most of the details of…

Sunday, November 5, 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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Mercedes and the Single Girl by Deb Mia

1987. First year at Wellesley (yes, I went there by choice and no, I’m not a lesbian, and yes, okay, I am a Democrat and I voted for Bill, but no, I don’t vote straight ticket, I swear). I become best friends with a girl from MIT, my first real best friend since elementary school. She has a Mercedes 300D. It’s beige. I’ve never had a car, I don’t really…

Thursday, October 5, 2006
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