Tag Archives: Memory

Rebirth 2

This song is a good example of rebirth. I have lived long enough to remember the original version and still retain all of the words. As a matter of fact, it brings back a wonderful memory. We were sitting in … Continue reading

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Words and Wood

My daily work has slowed down considerably. As I mentioned in my last post, I am working on a manuscript that has turned into a lot of biographical material, and this current writing is a very important part of my … Continue reading

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Oblivescence

As a writer, I collect words. Going so far as to receive a new word, in my mailbox each day, from Dictionary.Com. I do that because they are not common words, not the stuff of everyday usage. I actually enjoy … Continue reading

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Flashback Facilitator

  For Sunday Scribblings prompt #235     Flashback http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/ A flashback is a fast trip back into the past, a moment, or moments of remembering, often experienced as though it were actually happening for the first time. And although that is … Continue reading

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Stain Removal

  Remember being dressed up in a new outfit, new shoes, cleaned and sparkling from head to toe, with Mom’s smiling approval? On the way to some social event, if only at Grandma’s house for holiday festivities? Then within the … Continue reading

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Temptation To Play Hooky

  I don’t want to write today. Certainly don’t want to create yet another blog. At the moment, can’t,  for the life of me, think of why I ever wanted to do this in the first place, let alone actually … Continue reading

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“But, What Do I Say?”

Invariably, during every class I taught about personal writing, someone would ask this question, or a variation of the same. Many had a difficult time seeing themselves writing even one page, let alone two or more on a daily basis … Continue reading

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That Old Telephone Game

We used to play it all the time. We’d all sit in a circle. One person would begin by whispering in the ear of the person next to her. Just a few phrases, maybe a fact or two. Then that … Continue reading

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A Couple of Dirty Words

At least they are to many of us who don’t particularly feel a great deal of fondness for exercise and discipline. These two words often conjure up images of sweat, repetitive motion that creates sore muscles and a backache among … Continue reading

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That Slippery Slope

Memory can be seductive, perverted little bugger. For most part, nothing more than simple tree hugger, ’til something grabs its attention: bit of scent wafting through wood paneled rooms, music played just out of tune, or flash of scant sequined … Continue reading

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