The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Suzy Prompted By The First Time. I’m not sure precisely when during that 1969-72 period I first heard it, but those years encompass most of the time I was in college. It was played a lot at college parties, especially as the night got late and everyone was feeling mellow (or wasted).
War Stories. As a historical novelist, I love doing research. I can and do lose days at a time finding and reading background information from which facts, or a sense of place or time will emerge to inform my story. I am often asked where I learned about the story in my recently published novel, Even in Darkness, and the simple answer is, from my family.
Dance Class by Betsy Pfau Prompted By Dance Crazes. As we prepared for bar mitzvah parties in 1964, my mother put me in a local dance class, which met in someone’s basement one day a week. All the “cool” kids were in the group. I was not cool, but took the class anyway. We learned to waltz, two-step and fox trot. Basic dance steps that would supposedly serve us well. But a revolution was taking place.
You’ve Got A Friend by Suzy Prompted By Friendship. Our two families rented houses next door to each other at Lake Hopatcong every summer. There are more pictures of her in my baby book than there are of anyone else besides me.
The Walk-In Closet by Betsy Pfau Prompted By In My Mother's Closet. My mother had great style and a certain elegance, but no self-confidence. In fact, she actively disliked her looks. She used to say she had the map of Jerusalem on her face. As a grown-up, I tried to disabuse her of this notion, but to no avail. She was a self-hating Jew. Nevertheless, she always had big walk-in closets, full of great clothing and accessories. I was a dreamy “girlie-girl” who loved to play dress-up with play…
You Can’t Tell the Players Without a Scorecard by John Zussman Prompted By Big Fan. I was a baseball fanatic; I lived and breathed the sport. In this I was schooled by my father, who bought me my first glove as soon as it would fit on my hand, and tutored me in throwing, catching, hitting, and fielding. When simple catch wasn’t challenging enough, he made up a game called “Against the Steps” in which one of us would bounce a rubber baseball off our front porch steps and the other would field…
GOAT by Betsy Pfau Prompted By Big Fan. I grew up in a household with a father who watched football, baseball and golf constantly, then I married a huge sports fan, so I’ve been surrounded by televised sports my whole life. Guess sports crept into my psyche through osmosis.
Wait, Wasn’t I Supposed to Feel Comfortable Here? by Arthur Breur Prompted By The First Time. When I think about “first times” the one event that comes to mind is the first time I stepped into a gay bar. For the great majority of you, there is probably not any comparable experience you can point to and relate to this experience. You grew up with it being perfectly acceptable—in the right circumstances—for you to express interest in the people you found attractive.