Category: Memories
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Memory #4: In a blink
Imagine for a moment that you woke up one morning with a simple crick in your neck… Nothing too bad, just like you slept wrong. Thinking it would work itself out, you head off to work and go about your day. By noon, your arm is numb, your hand is throbbing, and you’re beginning to…
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Memory #5: More than a diagnosis
I’d been asleep when the call came in. ‘Dr. H wanted to let you know he’s referred you through to see a neurologist as the MRI confirmed there are MS lesions on your brain.’ It took a minute for what I was hearing to register, so I asked her to repeat herself. The news didn’t…
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Memory #6: Accident
Warning: This post is hard. Probably the hardest yet. It is about my niece’s accident from when she was two years old. As I’m writing the warning, I’m almost in tears. There are two events in my life, this one and one with my youngest nephew that I cannot mention without crying. It was the…
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Memory #7: These are the dogs and cats I know
As I mapped out the last ten memories, I had the number seven spot blank for a bit. I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about. The top ten weren’t any more important but they were ones I hadn’t covered yet so they were of some significance. Then it came to me as…
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Memory #8: Becoming domesticated
When I was twelve, I sold my sewing machine to some missionaries who came to the garage sale we were having. It was a good little workhorse and I’d sewn many an item on it. Doll clothes – for my barbies and Cabbage patch dolls. Mostly made-up patterns because I couldn’t follow a pattern, I…
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Memory #9: We are family
I have a family. Originally, there were five of us. I’ve spoken of my Mom, Dad, sister, and brother. For my first sixteen years, that was it. It worked, more or less. We had some good times. I remember piling into the family pick-up truck and driving to Jasper National Park for camping trips, seeing…
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Memory #10: Travels with
I don’t know how long I have desired to travel abroad, or if I have. However, as I started planning my fifty things to do before I turned fifty, I decided I wanted to leave the North American continent. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go, I just knew I wanted to go somewhere,…
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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…
The Voices In My Head 