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A collection of writings, explorations, musings, and more. The place where I wonder, ponder, and begin to figure out my life. Yes, it has taken me nearly 50 years to figure out that I am not beholden to anyone’s ideals or intentions, but it is better now, than never.
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Memory #38: Control theory
Did you know I am evil? A terrible, wicked woman? Out to ruin and corrupt the lives of men? I did not know this either, but this is exactly what my former mother-in-law firmly believed of me. I was nineteen turning twenty and new to the city when I first started dating my former husband.…
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Memory #39: Little boys & bugs
“Boy Mom” – it is a special job, being a mother to a son. There is an old nursery rhyme that goes something like boys are made of snakes and snails and puppy dog tails, the opposite of girls being made of sugar and spice and everything nice. I remember when I found out he…
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Memory #40: Moments
In 2014 my husband and I went on a date. It was a dinner and movie date; except we couldn’t decide on a movie. Too early to go home, we decided to go look at RVs. We had had an RV for six years, selling it in 2012. We had always intended to replace it;…
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Memory #41: Soup!
I love soup. One of my early childhood memories is enjoying a bowl of beef barley soup made by my grandmother. I remember her house in the city. It always smelled fresh and clean and a bit like lavender. The kitchen table was brown, and the chairs were a cream vinyl, the counters were arborite…
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Memory #43: For shots
There are moments that define you as a parent. Ones that make you beam with pride, make you think “I am doing things right!” Where you know, without a doubt, that the kid you’re raising is going places. That they are going out into this world and are probably going to leave it a better…
The Voices In My Head 