The Generosity of Time
I grew up fast. No, I did not say I was fast – I said I grew up fast. There was a time; however, when I was about 16 that my mother worried that I
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It’s the Little Things that Make the Memories Big
“The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don’t celebrate those, they can pass you by.” Alek Wrek. Do your senses open up the memory box of
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Bringing the Past Forward
I have recently traveled back in time and I do it every time I pass by the kitchen bar counter. Thad recently got me a Digital Picture Frame for my birthday as our old small
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At Tribute To Love
No two friends could have been closer. They did everything together. Whether helping each other lose weight, going to Walmart or traveling to visit family, they were inseparable. While they were not of the same
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Can You Go Back?
I recently went back to my old home town of Boca Raton for a Christening. It was a busy weekend with seeing family especially those we hadn’t seen in a long time. But we did
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Father’s Day Past & Present
I have some wonderful memories of my dad: making up songs or singing U.S. army songs with my dad as he and I ran errands around town – “Over hill, over dale, we have hit
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Those That Make a Difference
Is there a woman that has made a difference in your life? Someone who influenced, motivated and whose characteristics you try to emulate? There have been a few in my life. My Aunt Dot was
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From Mechanics to TaTas
My grandson, Ryker has a fascination with anything mechanical, specifically the washing machine. He studies the machine as it seeks to level the clothes out, then marvels as the water begins to fill the wash
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The Greatest Father of All
I have some wonderful memories of my dad. He was creative and talented. When we would be running errands in the car he and I would sing songs and even make some up. He could
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Processing Life
There has been a lot going on in my life lately. We completed the renovations on our three bathrooms with just a few hiccups that were solved by a talented and honest contractor. Maintaining our
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Until We Meet Again, Mom
The memories of my mom are like the varying colors of tulips; each distinctive in the color and hue. It is the variance of memories that come flooding back to me as we celebrate
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Friendship No Foe Can Make Folly
I was cleaning house the other day and as I dusted a picture of me and three other women I was struck but the specialness of our relationships. Standing tall and smiling, we are linked
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