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A Landline Timeline
In 2011, a landline had been a part of my life for 41 years. As I contemplated getting rid of it, I went into a reminiscent trance and my landline life flashed before my eyes...
A Chair To Remember...
Excerpt: I cleaned out our spare bedroom, which was to be the baby's room. It was becoming a storage room and I couldn't stand it. I wanted to sit in my grandmother's rocking chair and imagine the room fully furnished.
The Secretary Has A Story
Hopefully if you're reading this post, you're picking up where I left off with my last one, A Photo Story featuring The Secretary.
If not, you're not missing any background story, except for knowing who "the secretary" is. While I was writing for the Finish the Sentence Friday prompt, I dug up a bit of history by asking my mom a question. By the time I got to "The Secretary" in my post - I had another story to tell.
A Photo Story featuring "The Secretary"
I have a whole photo album of pictures I stole from home after I got married and my husband and I were moving out of the country. I can always remember how old I was by looking at my hair. This picture was taken on Christmas morning 1984. I was in the 9th grade and had just turned fourteen...
Whose Science Project Is It Anyway?
Many moons ago, I attended a private elementary school with kids who you'd imagine went on to attend and graduate from Ivy League schools. To say their science projects were nice would be an understatement. They made me want to crawl into the hole my project came out of...
A Christmas Eve Story...
In December of 1977, I had just turned seven years old. A "Baby Alive" doll was on my Christmas wish list.
We had flown to Pennsylvania to visit my grandmother because she was in the hospital and we were flying back home on Christmas Eve.
I have one of the Few Good Men...
Once upon a time, my daddy tried to marry me off to my brother's recruiter. On the day my brother's recruiter was coming to the house to meet my parents I happened to be home as well. We all answered the door. I had an attitude about my brother becoming a stereotyped knucklehead Marine...
Are you in the zone?
Freedom... illustrated by Google Earth
A Love Cake...
Food for thought: Patience and Kindness
“Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.” ― George Sand
The [long] walk home...
My heart was pounding as the crowd grew larger and larger leaving the school grounds. I really was just trying to walk home, but I was leading a parade of instigators and Big Kim who didn’t usually walk home was somewhere back there.
The simple life...
As I wrote this post, I heard Stevie Wonder singing and playing the keyboards; the base rocking the house from daddy’s huge speakers. I smelled sandalwood incense burning. I heard my mom talking on the telephone, envisioning the coiled cord stretched across the kitchen. I heard kids playing outside. I smelled baking bread, and spaghetti sauce simmering...
Knock Knock... "Who's there?"
What would you do if you opened your front door asking, “Yes may I help you?” and the person on the other side responded, “I grew up here, I was wondering if I could take a look around?”