Growing up in the early 1970s, spanking wasn’t as common as it had been in my parents’ day, but...
My mother, Eleanor, was a woman of formidable presence, her ambitions for me shining brighter than the polished silver...
As a child of the 1970s, I was shaped by the rhythms and rules of a world that felt...
(gap: 2s) My mother was a proper lady of British descent, and in our 1950s suburb, she was the...
This is a memory and lesson that lasted. I had stolen some cookies that morning out of a jar...
(gap: 2s) This is a story from my earliest childhood, set in the gentle days of the 1930s. I...
As a child, I was often packed off to my maternal grandparent’s home in the country. Their house was...
(gap: 2s) In the days when I was a little girl, our home was a place of order and...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle glow of a 1950s afternoon, as sunlight filtered through lace curtains and laughter of...
(gap: 2s) When I reflect upon my childhood, I recall many occasions when discipline was administered with a firm...
(gap: 1s) The house I grew up in was a world of gentle order and quiet routines, where the...
Growing up in southern Germany during the 60s, I was part of a middle-class family where men worked long...