Lori Duff Writes
I’m pretty sure that I only went to one high school dance the entire time I was in high school, and that was the senior prom. Which wasn’t really called the senior prom, because there wasn’t any other prom. It was THE prom. It was a Big Deal. I vaguely remember some other dances existing,…
A MOTHER’S LAMENT Twinkle twinkle little star Get this trash out of my car The Taco Bell The Coffee Cup: Balloons that you were blowing up Up above the world so high Somewhere there’s a bright blue sky It can’t be seen Through this dim glass Through fingerprints and dust and ash How…
Hello. My name is Lori, and I’m a Yesoholic. I have a more or less clinical resistance to saying no to whatever people ask of me. In fact, even when I say no, people take it as a yes. For example, when I was nominated as the secretary of the middle school band boosters my…
If I were a little kid, and I presented you with this picture I had drawn with crayons:you would have no real way of knowing if it was supposed to be a boy or a girl. It’s kind of a generic person face. Nothing especially feminine or masculine about it. However, if I were to…
Does this dress pass the dress code? Once upon a time, I gave birth two and a half weeks early to a little six and a half pound peanut whose legs were so scrawny that even preemie diapers wouldn’t give him a snug fit around the thighs. Through a careful diet of fruits, vegetables, lean…
I’m a Jew, and this is July, so you’d be correct in thinking it odd that I’m all hopped up and excited about a Christmas sweater. Yup, it’s the Jewish Christmas in July. Here’s what happened. Allia Zobel Nolan, who wrote “Women Who Still Love Cats Too Much” had a little contest. If you posted…
It’s summer, summer being defined as “that period of time in which you don’t have to get up and go to school,” and that conjures up a lot of images. Long, lazy days in the sun; books to be read; frozen drinks; swimming; and all manner of recreational activities. Except for us working folks, for…
Most Likely to…..Participate? It is May and that means it is nearing the end of the school year, which in turn means that there are eighty kabillion dinners, awards ceremonies, and concerts. Each of these has speeches of appreciation which, while sincere, are more or less identical. We couldn’t do it without the dedication…
My hall bathroom looks like someone tasted the rainbow and it didn’t agree with them. Pink, blue, green, bleach and black stains have seeped into the marble and tile and long outlasted the hair for which the colors were originally intended. Both of my children, the boychild and the girlchild, have decided that the color…
When I was but a wee babe, the Partridge Family was a hit show. I loved it for many reasons, not the least of which was the existence of “Lori Partridge,” who justified my name as a cool-girl name. I still hold a grudge against the Romper Room lady for never saying she saw “Lori”…