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My husband and I recently took the grandkids to the circus. Somewhere between the elephants and the camels, the tigers, the clowns and the flying trapeze, my husband asked our wide-eyed eight-year-old if he’d ever thought about running away to join the circus. 373 more words



Memory: the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information.

    Something remembered from the past; a recollection.

It is funny how something can trigger a memory, remind us of a time from our past, remind us of someone we loved who is gone. 186 more words



I went to a Halloween House Crawl a few weeks ago and I enjoyed it way more than I thought I might. Apart from the fun of dressing up and drinking maybe a little bit too much, parties with people the same age as me are quite enjoyable because we… 198 more words


Its been a long time coming....

Oh wow, it has been so long since I sat down and wrote about my life and dreams. Life has a funny way of getting away from you. 557 more words


Don't Fear the Reaper. Fear Lucky Charms.

If only writing about fear made you brave. Actually, if we’re wishing for stuff then I wish that eating junk food would make you thin. 657 more words


This New Day

The suffragette whites hung at the foot of the bed.  In the jacket pocket, I’d tucked a gold wedding band belonging to one grandmother and a pair of gold earrings from the other — the last Christmas gift she gave me before she died.  1,044 more words

Growing Up

Birthday ruminations on your birthday Momma.

I knew growing up when all else failed, when desolation and abandonment threatened.

I always knew that you would be standing there, indefatigable not unlike the Rock of Gibraltar to infuse me with the ingredients to manifest what I deemed impossible to conceive. 90 more words