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Thank you for being a friend – an 80’s/90’s kid gratitude list.
Thank you to tomato soup, grilled cheese, and the fabulously ugly coffee table I ate them on while watching Hollywood Squares. Thank you to the snapped-tight body suits that kept me virtuous and didn’t ride up on me when sitting on the bleachers. I am eternally grateful for the woman who pierced my ears at…
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Today marks the 5th year without you.
Today is never easy, neither is the day before or the day after. Has it really been 5 years? I still get up sometimes awakening from a bad dream, but then I quickly realize it’s still just as real as day one. It really doesn’t get any easier with time. It just gets easier to…
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The New Christmas Story – a pre-viewing brain dump.
I haven’t seen it yet, might wait until closer to Christmas, but there are a lot of reviews on social media commenting on how sad and/or boring it is compared to the first. There are also plenty of positive reviews which is awesome to see. But perhaps we should go into it remembering the first…
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The same mallrats we were in ’89 – Part I
“…Bikini’s small, heels tall, hanging all day at the beach and the mall.” – Salt-N-Pepa, Bring Back The Time, 2022 In one line, the queens of hip hop along with New Kids on the Block, Rick Astley, and EnVogue bring back a rush of memories so Jersey-typical you can almost taste the Taylor Ham/pork roll,…
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Write with Me, Volume 1
Here is Volume 1, or perhaps this is more a preview, of writing prompts for the blog. So this is where you come in and add to this hodgepodge of memories. Send me your responses to any of these nostalgia-based prompts so that I may add you and your work to the site as a…
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Yeah You
You You are the relative a whole family has to be nice to but nobody fucking likes. You’re the kid a mother makes her child invite to the party even though that kid might live in a wall and eat crickets. You’re the favorite pair of jeans that won’t fit for 5 to 7 days…
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Ode to Deliciously Scented 80’s toys
It’s no secret. Many of us continue to spend obscene amounts of money on scented candles, wax melts, diffusers, you name it. The aromatherapy boom has reached incredible heights – to the point where you can find a bottle of tea tree oil in a gas station convenience store. At least that’s true in the…
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M.A.S.H Up!
Mansion, apartment, shack, or house? I wish somebody told me 35+ years ago that scoring an affordable and decent apartment in Jersey would be a romantic feat all on its own. But M.A.S.H wasn’t played by pre-pubescent girls to give them a realistic glimpse into the future. We played it to visualize a dream life…
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K-Mart Story
I’m about to get off-the-chain sappy over a store famous for its blue light specials and kids’ shoes that fell apart after one venture through the mud – K-mart. Now, I’m not going to beg you to stay with me through this because at this time in the 21st century – the age of nosediving…
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Bring me back…written in early 2022.
When you are a 40-something special education teacher with depression and anxiety, you don’t get too many quiet moments to simply reflect and process. Occasionally, a seemingly obscure moment – whether it’s listening to a new or old song, watching a scene from an impactful movie, revisiting an episode of a classic sitcom, or a…
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