Sasee Magazine

How many childhood acquaintances can say they’ve been friends for 62 years? In today’s world of technology and transitions, it may be that memories of childhood will be quite different for present generations. With texting, email, Twitter, Facebook and Skype, friendship is just a click away. Yet there was a time when friendship blossomed between [...]

As a member of the baton twirling squad in high school, I performed dance routines during halftime at football games, marched at pep rallies, cheered when our team ran onto the field and became pretty adept at throwing my baton into the air – even catching it. During the actual game, I screamed the appropriate [...]

I used to be a singer. I wore long, slinky dresses and rhinestone earrings. I sang blues and jazz to a smoky room full of patrons who drank Cutty Sark and Jack Daniels. The club was called the Backstage, and it was on the corner of Main and Holcombe, tucked away in the inside pocket [...]

Inks Lake State Park. 1959. I’m 15-years-old and there’s a really cute boy camped two spots from us. He’s taller than me (I’m already 5’10”), and he has pimples, but so do I. He wears his hair in a flattop and mopes around his campsite all day. His parents fish and cook their catch on [...]

Several years ago, I stopped coloring my hair and let the gray finally have its way. It has become my badge of courage. Many of my friends yearn to do the same thing, yet they just can’t let go of the one thing that stops them – fear. Fear of looking old, fear of the [...]

When my 55-year-old husband died suddenly in 1993, I went through all the emotions of loss: sadness, guilt, anger, depression and, finally, acceptance. He was unemployed at the time, so money was tight. We had accumulated a considerable amount of debt, so our savings were depleted as well as the life insurance policies. With one [...]

I don’t think it ever occurs to any mother who first lays eyes on her newborn how short a time she will really have with him or her. Our bloated bellies and swollen ankles become forgotten memories when we see the pink bundle with fuzzy hair screaming and kicking and capturing our hearts. We ooh [...]

It was a quiet New Year’s Eve; movie, take-out Chinese, good champagne. My husband was downstairs in the garage, smoking a cigar and sipping a warm Mexican beer. I heard music and recognized Linda Ronstadt. Then remembered that my son had re-gifted me with hundreds of 33-1/3 LPs I had given him years ago. Moving [...]