Tag: Memories
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Memory #35: Life, love, and marriage
Online dating is now the norm. Twenty-five years ago, it was not. Meeting people online, way back then, was odd and people wondered what was wrong with you if you had to resort to that to meet people. However, that is how I met my husband and having recently celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary, it…
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Memory #36: People who change your world part 1
A lifetime ago, I worked for a research and development firm designing laboratories. I interacted with really smart people on a daily basis. I learned all kinds of science in all kinds of fields. Engineering, life sciences, oil and gas, agriculture. I worked on labs of all shapes and sizes for all kinds of purposes.…
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Memory #38: Control theory
Did you know I am evil? A terrible, wicked woman? Out to ruin and corrupt the lives of men? I did not know this either, but this is exactly what my former mother-in-law firmly believed of me. I was nineteen turning twenty and new to the city when I first started dating my former husband.…
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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…
The Voices In My Head 