holy holes – revisited

I had forgotten about this post that I wrote over a year ago, until someone found it on my blog by searching Google for ‘purposeful holes in socks.’  😉  Reading it again was like glimpsing through a window into my soul, and it was refreshing to realize how...

remember when – a memoir for my daughter

It’s Memoir Monday, and this week I’m changing things up a bit.  Instead of writing about a memoir of my own, today I’m writing to my daughter in hopes that one day she will look back and this memoir will be hers: Remember that time when you were...

angry birds

We bounced on the black surface of the trampoline, carefree and still counting our age with one hand. Suddenly an unidentified flying object swooshed past, narrowly missing our beach blond heads. My sister and I instinctively ducked, and Whoosh! Another near miss....

that time i got lost on a mountain

It’s Memoir Monday, and the story pulled out of the hat of memoirs this week is one about downhill skiing. Or the lack thereof, as it may be. After sharing the account a few weeks ago about how I almost died while whitewater rafting on a trip with my dad, maybe I...

art and legacy

It’s Monday again, and I’ve committed to posting a memoir each Monday as part of a series I started a couple of weeks ago. But today .. Today, I’m flat and depleted and emptied, not of memoirs, but because of memoirs. I haven’t run out of them,...

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