I've only realized this in the last, I don't know, 10 years: I don't think in political terms. Like, ever. #saturdayff
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When I was, like, 7-8 years old, I remember this little boy asking me, "Are you a boy or a girl? I can't tell." I remember being very upset at the time ("I'm a girl, dammit!"), but now I'm, like, "Meh." If you think I'm a boy, that's okay with me. #SaturdayFF
Today is my mom's birthday. She would have been 60 this year. Every year for her birthday, my granny made her a heart-shaped, red velvet cake with pink frosting and conversation heart decorations. She *hated* it, but I loved it. She tolerated my insistence to continue the tradition after her mom died. So, I did. And, even though my mom is no longer here to shake her fist at the cake, I still make it. I seem to have misplaced my heart-shaped cake pan, so I make cupcakes this year. Happy birthday, mom! #SaturdayFF
It's been nearly 13 years since I left my former home on the shores of Lake Erie in Northeast Ohio and six years since my last visit. But this week dear friend passed away at the age of 91, so next week I'm going out for the funeral. The process of arranging a place to stay has put me in touch with many friends and many more memories. It will be a bittersweet visit. #saturdayFF
When I was 15, my classmates and me rided on ice floes. It was our favourite spring enterteiment. Using stiks we could sail away from the coast rather far. But it was absolutely safe, Gulf of Finland is really shallow and the worst thing that happened to us was wet feet. #SaturdayFF
When I was 11 (and again when I was 15), I climbed the Grand Teton (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Teton). It was really, really difficult. The first time I climbed, I was with my dad's family. When we reached the top, a freak thunderstorm hit and we had to climb down as fast as possible (because of the lightning danger). I was pelted by heavy hail and the trail became a mudslide. By the time I reached the trailhead, I was muddy, bloody, and bruised from head to foot. Good times. #SaturdayFF
When I was young, we moved around a lot, so I was the new kid in school each year. By 3rd grade, at the 4th school in 4 years, I had no friends, and hung out at recess with some 6th-8th graders who were essentially elementary school slackers and would-be stoners. Their drug of choice was chew (which they got from their dads, probably). #SaturdayFF
I've only ever shoplifted once: a postcard from the Villa Romana del Casale, in the center of Sicily. It took 2.5 days to get there, due to a bus transfer mishap in Enna, so I had run out of cash (and film for my camera), because there were no ATMs anywhere. The Villa was so amazing, though, and I wanted to remember being there #SaturdayFF
#SaturdayFF when I was in elementary school, my mom, brother, sister and I were checking out of the grocery store and happened upon a tabloid that showed a baby born with two heads. My sister, 5, was incredulous. My mom, not missing a beat, said, "That's what happened to Louis, but they cut off the wrong head."
#SaturdayFF when I was in drivers' training at age 16, a highway patrol officer trailed me for blocks, until pulling me over for my right rear tire crossing over the paint of an empty parking space. His argument was that I should assume all spots are full. I said if it had been, I wouldn't have crossed over it.