I remember the time
Mom and I were at the store
I let go of her hand
so that I could explore.
Sweet Memories
A four year old named B
Back in June, my niece Nic and her family moved across the country to a warmer climate. A place where ‘pop’ is referred to as ‘soda’ and my soon-to-be two year old grand-niece is picking up a southern drawl, y’all.
My grand-nephew B is as smart as ever. I know you think I’m biased but he really is the cutest four year old out there today. Seriously.
The best Christmas tradition
Christmas Eve was always my favorite day of the year. The anticipation of the season had climaxed to a point of unbearable containment. In the morning I’d wake up early. Probably earlier than on Christmas day itself. I never learned that this was not a wise move. The earlier I woke, the more waiting I had to do. It felt like the longest day of the year.
A chilling tale
Here’s my best effort at a spooky story. Every time my mom told it to me I received no small amount of chills. But I do live in Wyoming so it is possible a cold breeze happened to blow every single time she recounted it.
I doubt it. Continue reading
A Santa Tale
How about a Christmas tale? This Saturday would be my mom’s 72nd birthday. That is poorly worded. It still is her birthday and a time to reflect on our memories of her, right? And here is one such memory I thought of last night.
My afghan of many colors…
Perhaps you have read the story in the bible about Joseph’s coat of many colors? True, it’s no Moses and the Red Sea parting but it’s still kind of famous. There’s a Broadway play that borrowed it. After including some songs, of course. At least, I assume playwriters added the songs. I can’t imagine anyone broke into song and dance in real life but I won’t guarantee it. I wasn’t there.
Ghost Story
Living by a cemetery can be adventurous. Even if some of the adventures exist only inside my head.
Walking around the cemetery is just under 1.5 miles. It’s a nice walk and gives me time to think. Sometimes overthink.
South Pass, Wyoming
A visit to South Pass in 2013 prompted this post of an even earlier reflection writing. The site is now little more than an old ghost town near Lander, Wyoming but it is a special spot for me. Years ago, while still in college, I took a week long history class that visited different sites every day. The following semester, I took a writing class and was given the assignment to write about “My special place.” I chose to write about South Pass. This is my paper I wrote approximately 18 years ago.
1995
I recently discovered my journal I wrote in 1995. After flipping through its pages I said a prayer of gratitude. I am so very, very thankful Facebook – or any form of social media – was not around in 1995. Whew! I’m sure instead of venting in a private journal I would have shared – overshared – because that’s what geniuses do. See, in 1995 I labored under the mistaken notion that I was some kind of undiscovered and untapped smarty pants. Now eighteen years later I can assure you that was not the case. I also discovered my claim of being a “much better speller before spell check” is completely unfounded.
Kid’s Mag
As I mentioned yesterday, an old friend of mine died last week. Shane and I met in 6th grade when his family moved in up the street. Since we lived on a boundary street we could choose the school we attended. Technically, we were rivals. At least our schools were. He rode the bus to the newer junior high. I attended the school on this side of town. The funny thing is, we were closer when we attended different schools. When it came time for us to attend the only high school in town, we drifted apart with different circles of friends.
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