Category: Memories
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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 #21: Growing Up
As I sit in a tattoo studio, watching my sixteen-year-old get his first tattoo, I am reminded of sixteen year old me and my desire to “hurry up and grow up” mindset. I remember my sixteenth birthday vividly. It was the summer of 1990. The day was warm, as most July’s in Alberta are, Mom…
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Memory #22: More Choices
Yesterday, I was speaking about the choices I had to make when I had my son and the things I knew, or thought I knew, for certain, I would “do” with him. Though I had never intended on co-sleeping, after a few failed weeks at trying to transition him to his own bed, I slipped…
The Voices In My Head 