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Tag Archives: Memoirs

It Starts with Remembering: A Christmas Ritual

  Christmas Rituals are everywhere right now. Lights! Trees! Shopping Sprees! And decorating! It’s definitely at full throttle. I think I’m done though. In the past, my Christmas decorating was very Martha Stewart-esse, with everything from homemade cedar garlands to red and green lights on the picket fence and rose arbor, to holiday themed soaps …

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Gratitude, Greeting Cards and the Biography of Our Lives

Two weeks after my father passed away I opened his closet to start sorting through his clothes. The shelf above the closet rod where his clothes hung was crowded with numerous heavy, bulging plastic bags. I pulled one down and looked inside. It was packed full of greeting cards. I pulled another one down. Same …

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On The Beach at Marrowstone

It was an evening walk not unlike others We had made At that time of day And that time of the season In that same place. There was something about the pre-sunset light The way it slanted through the trees It warmed our complexions And the tones of our voices We commented about it out …

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Writing, Mothers, and Memories

Sometimes, but not often enough, I sit at the computer and scroll through my writing files.  Poems, essays, short stories–essays, poems, short stories…nothing organized. It’s all just randomly saved on my little hot pink zip drive. There are no files for each genre of writing, it’s all just there, piled one on top of another, …

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The Incredible Lightness of Being My Brain

My brain is such a light weight. Which pisses me off. I feed it really well. Lots of books, educational programming and internet searches heavy on information, continuing ed courses, and it’s still scrawny as a tweaker. Despite the fact that I’m constantly trying to cram more information into it, it remains stubbornly and incredibly …

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Blog, Blog, Blog: It’s All Good

Writing is a solitary activity. It can get pretty lonely. Especially if you live in a rural location, take online courses and have no real friends. Which isn’t me, of course. I’m just sayin. Which is why I have been enjoying blogging more than I thought I would when I first started. There are some …

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The Ghosts of Christmases Past

  Subject: A Christmas Eve Remembrance Date: Monday, December 24, 2007 10:38 PM   It’s Christmas Eve. There is a mantle of snow outside and twinkling lights strung in garland cast a warm glow throughout the room.  The Bells of St. Mary’s is on, and Bing is crooning.  There’s a Christmas roast in the bottom of …

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The Archives of a Life

I am the archive’s keeper of my family. I took the task on after my mother died, but I was thinking about the position long before that. For as long as I can remember, there’s been a brown cardboard box full of photos and memorabilia my mother saved over the course of her life. That …

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A Mom’s Love and Encouragement Distilled in B & W

Yesterday I opened my Facebook page to a photograph of my Mom, circa 1958 or 1959. It’s a black and white photo, but surprisingly vivid. I have a copy of the same photo somewhere but this one was posted by an old neighbor, George Thibault. Mom is standing in the street with my brother Phil, …

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Attacked by Squirrels….A Cricklewood Road Tale

Kids run into things, right? It’s what they do. I was certainly no exception. As a matter of fact I excelled at running into things. If it was an Olympic event, I’d be the gold medalist. I ran into the tail pipe of Mr. Dooley’s old rambler once, not while he was driving of course, …

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