The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Every once in a while, my mother used to talk in her sleep. It was usually something quite silly, and I’d have fun teasing her about it the next day. She would just roll her eyes at me. But one night, when I was about 10 years old, she said, “Oh, George…” She said it …

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It was the 1960’s and every respectable housewife had her eye on the pretty neighborhood divorcée. Scandalous. Not to be trusted. And with three kids, too! The father’s nowhere in sight. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wonder what she did to drive him away? And then every day at around noon a milk truck would arrive, park …

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When I was 13, I fell madly in love with Shaun Cassidy. And what’s not to love? I mean look at him. He was so young and fresh and romantic, in a totally non-sexually threatening kind of way. Every girl’s dream. I would haunt the magazine stands and make sure I got every issue of …

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