Diane's Blog

Stories from the Trunk

Wrapped up in a Cape

At the time I was almost 5, I rambled around this big Cape Cod house in the eastern suburbs of Syracuse, New York never worrying about...

10 books for the perpetually curious

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The Softer Trail

In my former life I use to jump and run, take aerobics classes and play hard. After burying four members of my family, I was shifting. My...

Christmas Dish

It has only occurred to me lately that I keep using dishes with holly on them all the time. They are of course, my mother's dishes. In...

Braces

From the time I could walk I needed correction. My legs didn’t face the right way. Bowed legs were adjusted by steel braces that forced...

Barry The Beaver

My dad's office building was across from a John Deer tractor store. All the businesses around there had lots of land. A marshy gulley...

Wheels

My first set of wheels must have been on a training bike. I don't remember it. The first popup memory is knowing already how to ride....

Sunshine Lost

One decade lived in Florida showed me you can run barefoot on the beach in January, never have to own a snow shovel, earmuffs or water...

Knives

I was sweating in my fancy taffeta skirt and white shirt. It was 1962 and that's the way my mother dressed me even though we were at the...