Why Once a Time a Time?
I’ve always done a lot of thinking - and a lot of remembering - in this brain of mine. I share the fruits of that thinking most effectively in writing, often in the form of stories.
When I was a little girl, before I’d learned the art of writing, however, I would avail the adults in my life with my stories and I’d begin with the (obviously misheard but adorably uttered) words, “Once a Time a Time…”
Category Archives: Memories
If you happened to read the post I wrote yesterday, you’re already acquainted with my dad’s friend, Jonesy’s, habit of uttering some phrases that would make you think twice. Whereas I ultimately disagreed with the message of Jonesy’s expression in … Continue reading
My dad had a dear lifelong friend who went by the name Jonesy. Apparently Jonesy had a habit of uttering some unique phrases, a la Yogi Bera. One “Jonesy-ism was the expression, “You can’t get there from here.” I believe … Continue reading
Once a time a time, Gina was in eighth grade at Conrad Ball Junior High School, barely tolerating – but occasionally even enjoying – the experiences her turbulent first year at a new school in a different state brought her … Continue reading