Jacqueline E. Luckett's Blog, page 3

I Found My Old Typewriter The Other Day

I found my old typewriter the other day. It's a Royal—gray with green keys. I don't remember the exact Christmas or birthday that my parents gave to me, but it was when I was a teenager. I was a Catholic schoolgirl—twelve years being taught by the Sisters of the Presentation—but I learned to type in public school one summer of freedom (from my uniform) at Berkeley High. It was my first time in the classroom with boys since eighth grade. It was my best summer ever.

My finger muscles still hold ...

Get on the bus . . .

My sister reminded me the other day to think of life as a bus ride, and events or people (friends and enemies) as passengers. There are passengers who stay for the ride—all the way to the end of the line (whatever that is). Some stay on for a few stops. Some get off, then get right back on a few stops later—for a while or the rest of the trip . . . You get it, right?

To the best of my knowledge (I'm still waiting for her to fill in the gaps), my sister has been a scientist, a model, an improv ...