I have a horrible memory. It doesn't matter if I try to remember events from my childhood, or high school, even college or two weeks ago. What I think I remember may not be an actual memory. I might be remembering family stories or making up my own from old photos. When I was very … Continue reading Do they have an app for that?
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Family vacation
"What happened to your shoe?" Dad was exasperated. This was the third shoe the boy had lost in as many months. "I was hurrying daddy, but you walk too fast," the boy was sitting in the sand, huge tears catching in his long, blond lashes. "It fell off. I couldn't see you. I had to … Continue reading Family vacation
Life is over as we know it
After a long day at work, the last thing he wanted to do was carry out half a dozen bags of trash. "What's all this," he demanded, toeing one of the open, white plastic bundles. The teen-aged boy sitting at the kitchen table, languidly looked up from his homework. Tugging his headphones off, he looked … Continue reading Life is over as we know it
Week 26: halfway point
Finishing Week 26 of my 365 Project... that's halfway. It's all downhill from here, and hopefully in a good way. That's 189 photos, actually taken on 189 separate days and not just posted on different days. I feel like I've already accomplished a mighty feat. Now, if I can keep it up the second half … Continue reading Week 26: halfway point
Outside looking in
Every two weeks I have my nails did. For an hour someone pampers me, buffing my nails and painting them so they are all shiny, then gives me the nicest hand massage. It's something little I do for myself, it's an hour to just relax. This morning was my day at the salon. When I … Continue reading Outside looking in
But no one’s home
Two women, dressed in colorful surgery scrubs, lingered at the nurses' desk sorting through resident files to leave evening reports for the attending physicians. "How was she tonight?" With a nod of her head, the younger of the two indicated the occupant of Room 24, one of their Alzheimer patients. Most days she thought she was … Continue reading But no one’s home
Thin spiral notebook 