Category: Memories
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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…
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Memory #44: Ice, ice, baby!
Like many, I got my driver’s license when I was sixteen. Nothing especially remarkable about that, except I took my road test in the middle of a blizzard. Which, for me, growing up in a small Alberta town, seemed to happen to a good number of the kids who were made to learn to drive…
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Memory #45: Overboard
Picture it: Rural Alberta, the year 2002, only me, my husband, our cat, our dog, and the quiets of nature for an entire week. After a grueling two full years of college, no money, unemployment, a terrible back injury, we needed time to regroup, think, and relax. However, without any money, resources, or way to…
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Memory #46: Uplifted – dreams of dance
I love to dance. But like formally, something I didn’t discover until my son was a baby, and I took a belly dancing class. It was my ‘thing’ – I could do it all day, every day! I was passionate. Unfortunately, as things sometimes are with babies, he wasn’t so good in the evenings without…
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Memory #47: Loss
When I was twenty-one, rather by accident, I was told I would never have my own children. Having gone in for something completely different, learning this news was not something I was expecting to hear. It was hurtful, sad news – I knew I wanted children, not then, but one day. That possibility had just…
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Memory #48: Facing failure
My first failure came when I was 12 or 13 years old. I’m sure I’d had small failures prior to this, but this particular ‘fail’ was, in my mind, unfair and unjust. What was it?
The Voices In My Head 