Tag: Writing
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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…
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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 #48: Facing failure
My first failure came when I was 12 or 13 years old. I’m sure I’d had small failures prior to this, but this particular ‘fail’ was, in my mind, unfair and unjust. What was it?
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Memories… Fifty of them
Tomorrow it starts… In addition to my 50×50 countdown, I’m going through my brain and writing about fifty memories. Things that have happened, shaped me, guided me, and probably even tortured me a little.
The Voices In My Head 