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Memory #11: My sister
I would be remiss to write fifty memories and not write about my sister. She has been my biggest champion, critic, companion, supporter, bringer of snacks, chaos creator, co-conspirator… The list goes on. And on. And on some more. There is no one quite like the great Mrs. Lizzardo (my Dad’s name for her when…
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Memory #12: Texas!
Back in February of 2000, my husband and I had the opportunity to travel to San Antonio, Texas. He was there for a conference, and I got to go along for the ride. At that point in my life, the furthest I had travelled was Toronto and Spokane, Washington – but we’d hit Spokane on…
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Memory #13: Seeing the sights
Last summer, I had the opportunity to take my son to Ontario. While the kid has travelled a fair amount throughout Alberta and British Columbia, other than stepping across the Saskatchewan border when he was two in an interprovincial park, he’s not ventured east. He was excited. As I was already in Ontario, this adventure…
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Memory #14: The Cabin
I do not recall when we started going down to the cabin. Sometime early in eleventh grade. It was our (my sister and myself) friends’ place. Or, I suppose, his older brothers as L actually lived in the cabin… We just invaded it on most Friday nights. Sometimes on Saturdays, but usually, we were all…
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Memory #15: Just breathe!
My second nephew was born in the fall of 2004. I didn’t have much opportunity to watch him the first year of his life, so when my brother and his partner asked me to look after him for their company Christmas party the following year, I was excited to welcome him (and my older nephew)…
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Memory #16: One in one hundred thousand
Those closest to me might say I am a little strange. Or, they may say I am a little average, I’ve never thought to ask. But one thing they would say is I’m a little bit of a medical mix up. Having written about the surgeries before, I’ve talked about the first three fusions. Today,…
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Memory #17: A Game of Operation (squared)
I have had a few operations on my back. In Memory #25, I discussed number one and how the many things that could go wrong, kinda did. As I said, I got almost ten years out of it. From 2003 (November) until 2012 (August) I had not a lick of problems. Then, a spot of…
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Memory #18: Dreams
These memories have caused me to look at my life (obviously). In a weird way, it has made me realize I haven’t really lived much life. I haven’t done many things, travelled many places, met many people. Overall, my life is ordinary. That doesn’t equate to a bad thing, it is not chaos filled or…
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Memory #20: Gramma’s buns
Gramma moved in with us after Grandpa died. Initially, she moved into my bedroom (and I moved into an open, unfinished space in the basement). The following summer, we built an addition onto the house for her. The “granny suite”. A suite, that after she passed away, all three of us kids lived in. From…
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