Pete kissed me. “I never kissed a lady before,” he said. “Me, neither.” Giggle. He kissed me again. I giggled more. Sixteen, ah, sweet giggly sixteen. I’m not sure I was his first kiss, but certainly a kiss he meant. “I want to go out with you every week, Rachel.” “Really? O-okay.” Gulp, smile, giggle. Swoon. The entire drive home, …
Summer love, con’t 6 – Spring ’77
“So, where do you want to go?” Pete had this saunter-sway to his walk. Shoulders back, wide smile. I look up from where I’m blocking down the candy. My heart grinned. “Are you serious?” He stood me up twice. What makes today, April 23, any different? “A hundred percent serious.” “Do you want to see A Star Is Born?” I …
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Free Thinking
The music coming over the McDonalds speakers transported me to a different time in my life. A different city. A different era. A different me. Music is such a powerful medium. It transports. Moves the heart. Stirs emotions. Like the time I was in a Spinning class and she played techno-disco. I wanted to punch the instructor. The music made …
Summmer Love 5, Con’t
Sat., April 23, ’77 You’re not going to believe today! Fantastic! But first, let me write about last night. Lorena and I went to Don Carters (bowling and pool.) Pete and Bob were there. At first, Pete ignored me and I started feeling really bad. I went with Bob to get a drink (soda, y’all, I’m only 16 here) and …
Faith Trumps Worry
Well, I’m at the ACFW Conference and things are gearing up. . . tonight is Opening Night! So many great friends and ACFWers. Here’s a blog from my husband. It encouraged me. He writes: I had two or three fairly large concerns on my mind, and had prayed about them, but was also trying to hear God regarding any actions …
Summer love, con’t 3 – Spring ’77
By now, my summer of ’76 flirtmance with Pete Ramirez has weathered fall, winter, the dawn of a new year, ’77, and entered into spring. I lived for Saturdays. Once in awhile I saw him on a weekday. Thursday was pay day, so my friend Kay Lynette and I would go up to the store after school to pick up …
Summerance Part III (March ’77)
(… We join our characters-in-the-past already in conversation)“Joanie, what did you say?” There’s a knot in the pit of my stomach.“I told him, ‘Rachel really likes you. Why do you keep playing games with her. Your breaking her heart. This is the second time you’ve stood her up.”His response? “I’m not playing games. I do want to take her out.”Now …
Summer love, con’t 2
“I don’t know how to tell you this. . .” he began.“You’re chickening out on me, right?” I said.“No, I just gotta do something tonight. I just can’t make it, Rachel.” He stood aways from me, saying my name over and over. “You just have to understand, Rachel. I don’t want to hurt you.” My heart was breaking. Hurt, mad …
Summer love, con’t
Love sick. There’s nothing worse than being love sick at fifteen.I worked at the Cutler Ridge, FL Publix (0086) and every summer evening when I went to work, an anxious, excited flutter ran through my middle when I walked through the door. Pete was seventeen, dark, handsome, with a wide white smile. Just about a glance of his eye captured …