Author Archive for: lfjoz

I was playing at the park with some friends. Our mothers were seated on benches a few hundred yards...

(gap: 2s) “I said no!” my mother’s voice rang out, sharp and unwavering, as she yanked my small, curious...

(gap: 2s) I had always believed that, upon entering our private school, the days of physical discipline would be...

(gap: 2s) In every well-ordered home, the afternoon tea is a cherished ritual, a moment of grace and hospitality....

(gap: 2s) In the gentle hush of a well-ordered home, my mother was engaged in a telephone conversation with...

(gap: 2s) My childhood unfolded in the heart of Alabama, in a bustling home that echoed with laughter, the...

(gap: 2s) I recall with utmost clarity the occasion when my elder brother and I received a most salutary...

(gap: 2s) My childhood unfolded in the late 1950s and early 1960s, a time when young ladies were expected...

As I look back upon my formative years in the north-east of England during the 1950s, I am reminded...

Even growing up in the 80s, spanking was far more common than you might think. Most of the youngsters...

(gap: 1s) Several summers ago, when the world seemed brighter and the days stretched endlessly, my siblings and I...

Before I tell you more about my mother, I must explain how we came to live in the north...

In the 1960s, teachers were the unyielding pillars of morality and order. Their presence alone commanded respect, and their...

In the Scotland of the 1960s, the world in which I grew up was shaped by the ceaseless clang...

I remember that Sunday morning so clearly, as if the air itself was tinged with anticipation. I was all...

I grew up in Ohio in the 1970s. my best friend and I had grown curious about being cool...

(gap: 2s) The memory of that day is etched in my mind, as vivid as the faded wallpaper in...

My mother, though we lived on a council estate, had grown up in a comfortable middle-class home, a world...

(gap: 1s) Growing up on the estate in the north of England, our world was a patchwork of red-brick...

(gap: 2s) I grew up in the late 1960s, on a street where discipline wasn’t just a rule—it was...

(gap: 2s) My mother was never one for pets. She saw them as messy, unpredictable, and a threat to...

(gap: 2s) Growing up in the early 1970s, the world felt both vibrant and strict. Our days were filled...

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) When I reflect upon my childhood, I recall many occasions when discipline was administered with a firm...

Growing up in southern Germany during the 60s, I was part of a middle-class family where men worked long...

(gap: 1s) Growing up in a military family in the 1960s meant that discipline and order were woven into...

My memories of smacked bottoms reach back to the late 1960s, a time when the world seemed painted in...

In the 1950s, my sister and I grew up in a world that felt both safe and unyielding—a world...

This happened back in the mid-60s. The world then seemed both vast and contained, my universe stretching only as...