Wednesday, November 28, 2012
There’s a reason no one has ever been called the Little Debbie with the Mostest
You know the defining moments in a lifetime that people remember with absolute clarity? Things like man walking on the moon, the Buggles video playing on MTV, the first time you used the word “Google” as a verb, and when you learned while emphatically making a point during a huge meeting at your first real job it is intents and purposes and not intensive purposes? Well, another of these moments happened recently with the announcement that Twinkies and Ho Hos were no longer going to be manufactured by Hostess. With that news, I immediately experienced a wave of nostalgia as these were a part of my childhood. Let me amend that: They were a part of the childhood I wished I had — one with formative years chock full of name brand snack cakes, …
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Of nonsense in the first degree
Inevitably, there comes a moment in all my relationships where someone asks me what my childhood was like. This usually follows reading a column I have written about being terrified of the telephone, or my older sister discussing my digestive schedule with my boyfriend or my tremendous need for validation. And also inevitably, I find myself explaining what it was like growing up in my family not through a descriptive narrative but through a series of nonsensical anecdotes, as I feel it more effectively paints the picture. Take, for instance, this one trip in the car when my sister and I were probably 9 and 10 years old. They suddenly stopped the car, wordlessly got out and began performing some kind of ballroom dance in front of the …
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Don't worry, I'm smiling on the inside. Really.
I may have mentioned before that growing up as a younger sibling was not a great experience for me. And by "not great," I mean "I'm still stiff from all the years I spent in a fetal position." And I haven’t even shared the time when a teacher asked my sister to draw a picture of her family. Which she did — with flourish. She came home proudly displaying this work of art — a piece that included a full-color Daddy with a huge smile on his face, followed by a Mommy in brilliant color and also looking elated. She (the oldest child) came after that, also happy and in vibrant color. After that, in the place where I should have been, was our cat, Henry. Then it was my turn to be represented — as a tiny solid brown figure in all brown clothing …
Trish Strat
11:33 am on Wednesday, August 15, 2012
This explains the car wash :) more ›