… right now. It seems as if everything I put my hand to turns out really well. The sedar dinner. The clean-up of the yard. The pillow. Less so, the pillow, but still.

Here I am, embarking on this new blog and taking a break to watch last night’s Mad Men, which has been carefully TIVOed. A person of my age is basically grading the production for accuracy, and I would know. I was a teenager then.

It’s coming into areas that I know, and it pulls the memory plug for those years. That time of my life. I was married. I was a teen war bride!

And then: Farrar Straus. A flood of memories … and I have my journal back, so I will uncork them here.

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