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Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
This morning I received a notification — “You have a new memory.” I laugh at those notifications. They seem so silly. New memories — pshaw. Memories are, by their very nature, sort of oldish. This morning, though, I paused to look at my “new”… Continue Reading “New Memory”
My memory of the wall is tinged with blue-green. A very pale blue-green, mind you. I honestly don’t know if it’s real, or hopelessly colored and skewed by more than half a century. I scoured old photographs this morning looking for it. Surely this… Continue Reading “Rabid Chickens”
“I ran away once and you didn’t even notice,” one of my children told me accusingly. It brought back a flood of memories. I ran away once. Slighted once too often by my siblings, unappreciated by my parents — I knew it was the only… Continue Reading “J is for Journey”
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 