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Linda DeMers Hummel

Why Are You Looking Up Here?

By Linda DeMers Hummel

It took a few years for Uncle Tom to remodel his kitchen. Maybe it was only months (life moved more slowly when I was a kid), but every time we’d visit, there was a tarp hanging somewhere or an open bucket of paint on the floor. Toward the end of the project, the only part […]

It’s All in the Fingers

By Linda DeMers Hummel

I was guilty of being a typical college girl – falling in and out of love too hard, spending hours in front of my mirror, whirling around town on the back of someone’s motorcycle. Predictable except for one thing – Thursday afternoons. On Thursdays at 2 o’clock, my cousin, Kathy, would put her son down […]

Anything… except the Lobster

By Linda DeMers Hummel

Anything… except the Lobster

For part of 1932, my grandmother served oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner, the only nourishment she could afford for her husband and young children. When the Great Depression lifted and she found herself living a more comfortable life again, she had a hard time relaxing. That’s the sweet way to say it. Really, she […]

Table for One

By Linda DeMers Hummel

Table for One

“Table for one.” I make sure I say it quickly before the hostess sneaks a glance behind me, looking for a dining companion. I follow her to the far corner of the restaurant. “How’s this?” she asks. It’s a half-booth with one bench instead of two. As I slide in, it feels a little cramped, […]

The Re-admit

By Linda DeMers Hummel

The Re-admit

I arrived at the assigned classroom and silently rehearsed my opening line. I waited until my English Comp 101 students had all filed in and sat down, the awkward silence of the first day hanging heavy. Then, without any sense of how self-important I sounded, I began. “Ladies and gentleman, from this room you can […]

Be a Waitress for a Week

By Linda DeMers Hummel

Be a Waitress for a Week

She holds a tissue to her nose, her eyes still red and damp. She has a message for me – her new boss – and here it comes. The demands of her job are unmanageable. She’s not making what she’s worth. Deadlines are getting ugly. Her meltdown started, as many do in our business, during […]