Nancy Roman

Author Archive: notquiteold


Happy Thanksgiving!  Here’s a reprise from four years ago:   SECOND HAND ROSE   This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my sisters. That’s me in the middle on the first day of school.  I was six, I think.  That would make Christine (on the left) ten, and Claudia (on the right) just shy of nine. …

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The Symbol Of My Discontent

I have an image of Reincarnation that I would so like to be true. I wish that Reincarnation was a chance to make the Other choices in your life. I want to be born again in exactly the same circumstances to exactly the same family. But when I come to those pivotal decisions in my …

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Veterans Day – Thanks, Dad

In honor of Veterans Day, here’s a reprise of a post I wrote four years ago. Thank you, Dad, for your service to our country, and for being the amazing father that you were. THE SMARTEST PERSON My father died this past Christmas.  Yesterday was his birthday.  He would have been 89. My Dad was …

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When I was a junior in high school, I missed the same verb on two consecutive French tests. This pissed me off – only I didn’t say ‘pissed off’ at the time – I don’t think anyone used that term in 1968. I think we were just easing ourselves into “bummed out.” In frustration – …

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Sorry, Doc. Part Two

This is Part Two of my apology to doctors. I have harbored a grudge for too long that medical folk are in love with expensive procedures. Because of course, I secretly think their number one goal is money, not my health. But I’ve been seriously wrong a couple of times. The first – my sweet …

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Sorry, Doc. Part One

I am confessing to a strong prejudice. For a very long time I have held the opinion that doctors will always find something wrong with you, so they can treat you. That is how they make money after all. A surgeon will of course think you need surgery. An ear specialist will think every kid …

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Not Quite Right, Dr. Freud

In honor of reconnecting with my very best friend from childhood, here’s a post from 2012 about Doris and one of our favorite games. I hope she will forgive me for my deep, horrible secret: NOT QUITE RIGHT, DR. FREUD I was reminded the other day of Freud’s theory that by age six or so, …

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Midnight Conversations

12:00 AM Stewart the Cat:  “Meow. Ha ha ha. You’re doomed. Meow.” John Doe the Mouse: “Eek.  No no no. Eek eek.” Me:  “Honey, wake up.” Him: “Unhn. ” Me:  “Honey, wake up.” Him:  “Okay.” 12:02 AM Stewart: “Meow. You can’t escape. Meow.” John Doe: “Eek. Eek.  I will run under the bed. Eek.” Me: …

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Puppy Lessons

Twenty-five days ago, Theo joined our family. We had been a cat family. We’ve had as many as five at a time. We currently have three. We’re good at cats. We have a lot to learn about dogs. I had a dog many, many years ago (like 45). But although I did a lot of …

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Not The Hero Type

This summer at the beach, I was standing at the water’s edge as a women was making her way in through the foaming waves breaking at the shore. I watched her struggle to get past the undertow. She lost her footing, regained it, only to lose it again, falling forward. She struggled to right herself …

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