Tag: Writing
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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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50×50: Welcome to 2025
Welcome to 2025! There are 27 weeks until my birthday. Twenty-seven weeks to finish my list, which is do-able. Maybe… I should get my butt in gear and start writing more than I am, and perhaps, doing the things on the list! I’ve let my writer’s block consume me and while I am always advising…
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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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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 #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…
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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 #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 #24: Darkness
I don’t remember when it started, it just always seemed to be there. Many would say I was generally pretty happy, but I think we become very good at putting on a ‘face’ to the world. We have expectations placed upon us that we must live up to, no matter the cost. I was expected…
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Memory # 26: Erin (Memories with in a memory)
I was fourteen when I met Erin. She was amazing. Far too cool to be dating my brother. Tall, beautiful, so cool, with black lace, Madonna-esque high heeled shoes, she breezed into our house, coming to meet us for dinner the first time. I was stunned! SHE WAS SO COOL. She worked at a car…
The Voices In My Head 