Tag Archives: nostalgia

The Year I Turned Shy

Posted on April 20, 2021 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir Me? Shy? Hard to believe, I know, but up until Kindergarten I’d never had any friends my age. When I finally met some, they seemed weirdly normal. I didn’t know how to be with them. Weird Eddie had … Continue reading →

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Attack of the Giant Spider and Other Tales from My Childhood

Posted on March 16, 2021 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir As wonderful as my babysitter’s magical garden was, it clearly wasn’t up to OSHA standards.* But then I grew up in an era when kids were expected to fall out of trees, stub their toes, fall off … Continue reading →

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Frieda’s Magical Garden

Posted on March 9, 2021 by mitchteemley

“Orange Grove” painting by Tom Brown My Real Memoir At the ripe old age of three, I began spending my days in a magical place. As previously stated, Mom and Dad were both working, and I’d been dishonorably discharged from … Continue reading →

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Cute? Don’t Let the Picture Fool You!

Posted on March 2, 2021 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I’ve always lived in my head. And, although it’s undoubtedly in my nature to be that way, nurture also played a role. Or rather a certain lack of nurture, which is not to say that my parents … Continue reading →

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How I Invented Coffee

Posted on January 19, 2021 by mitchteemley

Coffee foam art by Kazuki Yamamoto (worldfullofart.blogspot.com) Full Stomach, Fuller Heart (an occasional series) Unlike my oldest daughter, who as a newborn would have been thrilled if Mommy’s breasts dispensed House Blend and Dark Roast, I had to learn to … Continue reading →

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An Ode to Hamburgers (sort of)

Posted on December 29, 2020 by mitchteemley

Full Stomach, Fuller Heart (an occasional series) This will be my last food memoir. Unless it isn’t. Even as I type, possibilities are appearing in the Magic 8-Ball window of my memory (Q. “Are there other foods I should write … Continue reading →

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Love and Stroganoff

Posted on December 8, 2020 by mitchteemley

Picking Kathy up before the Prom (vintage super-8 film) Full Stomach, Fuller Heart (an occasional series) How could I forget my first love? Every now and then, when I was a teenager, Dad would drive us all the way to … Continue reading →

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Pizza Forever!

Posted on December 1, 2020 by mitchteemley

Full Stomach, Fuller Heart (an occasional series) It’s been called the world’s most perfect food. Why? Apparently, because it includes every taste and texture we crave, all in one dish: sweet, savory, chewy, crunchy. Oh yeah, and cheese, tons of … Continue reading →

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The Ultimate Comfort Food

Posted on November 24, 2020 by mitchteemley

Full Stomach, Fuller Heart (an occasional series) I really should write about “turkey with all the trimmings. After all, it’s the American Thanksgiving meal. And I do love it. But Thanksgiving means tons of preparation. And most of my food-associated … Continue reading →

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Cheddar Cheese and Rock ‘n’ Roll

Posted on November 17, 2020 by mitchteemley

Full Stomach, Fuller Heart (an occasional series) Marc was my first official immigrant friend. Not that he was all that “immigranty” (he was American-born). But his parents, escapees from German-occupied Poland, were wonderfully immigranty. I listened with awe to the … Continue reading →

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