Category: Memories
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Day 5: Hobbies
A hobby that brings you joy! This one is easy. Or maybe it is hard. I have a lot of hobbies… A studio full of them, in fact. To narrow it down to one is probably harder than I think. Sewing. Crocheting. Making greeting cards. Acrylic painting. Polymer crafting. Vinyl crafting. Playing & writing music.…
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Day 3: Just Right
A moment when everything was ‘just right’. When I read this, I knew my moment exactly. March 27, 2008 starting at about 11pm until about 5am on March 28. My son was born at 11:39am on March 27 and while the day was a steady stream of visitors, my husband went home around 10:30pm and…
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Day 2: Safe & Happy
A place that makes you feel safe and happy… The obvious answer would be my home, but that would be too easy. So where else? My Mom’s and sister’s are both places that I feel safe and happy. However, the place that makes me feel safe and happy is not a place where I would…
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30 Days of Gratitude Journalling
It has been a while since I’ve written. Many things have happened since January (and they just keep coming) that have left me physically and mentally empty. There are days when I forget to eat and if breathing wasn’t an automatic function, I’m not sure I’d remember to do that! I haven’t felt creative and…
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Dear Gramma…
I miss you. Death is unfair and while I know you lived a long life, in my mind, it wasn’t long enough. The world had you for eighty years, I only had you for nineteen. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I wasn’t ready to not have you in my world. I wasn’t ready. But…
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50×50: Traditions
Family traditions. Many have them, many don’t. This isn’t technically a 50×50 countdown item, but being able to spend time with my sister and Mom is always a good time. My niece joined us too and when the four of us get together, hilarity ensues. While our family doesn’t have many, they have a few…
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A Final Word: A reflection
Like a few things I’ve done in my life, the decision to write about fifty memories was a bit of a whimsical event. The idea came to me one day, a couple days before I needed to start, and I thought “Hey! I could do that.” Not, perhaps, fully understanding that fifty is a big…
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Memory #1: The boy who made me a Mom
The day you were born, everything changed. They told me to eat a light breakfast (I had toast), not to bring anything (which wasn’t totally true, we should have brought my bag). and come prepared to be induced for labour. They’d induce me, send me home, and we would wait… Probably all day for you…
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Memory #2: Meeting Chris (people who change your life)
Have you ever met anyone who flipped your world so on its head, you weren’t sure whether you were coming or going? I have had that happen twice in my life. First time it was my husband. The second time? It was my best friend, *Chris. How do I describe Chris? There is the technical…
The Voices In My Head 