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Category Archives: Memories
Walking with Sorrow
The Sycamore I went to art camp last week. Its a long story to explain art camp and if you ask me I will try to tell you about it, but what I want to tell you about is … Continue reading
Times like these
Sometimes I forget important things. I forget little things very frequently. Where I laid my phone, or my watch. I find things I value in unexpected places and then I am consumed with trying to figure out why I thought … Continue reading
the end of the year
I have started and abandoned a number of writings this year. The overwhelming feelings rush over me. I loath to admit it is the fear of loosing the entire day if I dare to acknowledge out loud or at least … Continue reading
Every Day is Mother’s Day
My mother used to say “every day is mother’s day.” As a child I never knew what to make of that. I am loath to admit I thought she meant that we were supposed to put her up … Continue reading
The season of reason
This is the 5th Christmas season since the death of our son. Something about the numbers five, ten, fifteen and twenty and the milestones they represent taunt those of us who continue to grieve, yearn for and miss our children. … Continue reading
What does it taste like?
I go out to eat. There is something on the menu I have never seen before so feeling brave – I order it. Everyone with me watches as the waiter places the hot plate before me. They watch … Continue reading
Todays Prompt: In Loving Memory
Dear Son, I’ve been reading and writing a lot of poetry. I escape a little sometimes with some of my thoughts, but most often I return to thoughts of you, your sister, our … Continue reading