Tag Archives: 1970s

Trapped in a Box of My Own Design

Posted on January 21, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I’d built the cabin—and now I had cabin fever. This wasn’t the life I wanted. All I did, it seemed, was administrate my tiny-but-important-sounding Newport Institute of the Arts. I was doing the one thing I said I’d never … Continue reading →

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And Then I Met This Girl…

Posted on December 3, 2024 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I’d fallen in love with the entirety of girlkind in second grade. A third-grader had seen me skin my elbow, and tenderly rubbed my shoulders as she escorted me to the nurse’s office. That was all it took. Even … Continue reading →

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A Star Again, or How I Scored An Extra 15 Minutes of Fame

Posted on November 5, 2024 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir Following my father’s death, I’d decided not to take over his two profitable enterprises. “I’m an artist,” I told Mom, “not a businessman.” Appearances aside, however, I hadn’t taken a virtuous vow of poverty. So I doubled down on … Continue reading →

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Love. Before It’s Too Late.

Posted on October 22, 2024 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir My dad, Bill Teemley, was ambitious, hard-working, and deeply conservative. I was a wildly liberal almost-23-year-old with a “useless” Theatre Arts degree and no job, who’d recently moved back in with the folks. Not surprisingly, a massive wall of … Continue reading →

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My Life Was a Farce

Posted on October 15, 2024 by mitchteemley

Image: Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire My Real Memoir I had the worst employer ever: Me. My micro-career in directing musicals for dance studios had produced exactly nada buckaroos, and my micro-career in producing rock bands had resulted in precisely zilcharooney. My dad, who’d … Continue reading →

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Your Mama Don’t Dance

Posted on October 8, 2024 by mitchteemley

Dancers by Rukmani3                  Pepito & Joanne                  Godspell My Real Memoir The moment it exploded out of my radio speaker, “Your Mama Don’t Dance” felt like my theme … Continue reading →

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Broke But Happy

Posted on October 1, 2024 by mitchteemley

Artwork by Jason Kotecki My Real Memoir I only had myself to blame. I’d had a great-paying job, and quit. But, hey, I had a degree in Theatre Arts, so I was a catch for any company, right? Yeah, right. … Continue reading →

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A Fake Life

Posted on September 24, 2024 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir It seemed everything I’d ever wanted or trained to be was just a handful of beans, and there was no beanstalk in sight. I was making a living pretending to be an electronics engineer, while the girl … Continue reading →

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The Lost Girl

Posted on September 17, 2024 by mitchteemley

 My Real Memoir She was there, and yet she wasn’t. My suddenly-ex-girlfriend Dar handed me her apartment key, and said, “Well, bye.” I leaned in for a long kiss, hoping it might re-ignite something, but she cut it short. To … Continue reading →

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Love: Turning It On and Hoping It Works

Posted on September 10, 2024 by mitchteemley

Photo by whitedaemon  My Real Memoir My girlfriend Dar and I had had too few opportunities to be intimate. So we moved in together. I’d been hired to install Sensormatic anti-shoplifting devices, just as Dar had landed a job at … Continue reading →

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