Tag: memories
group name: hearttugs
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October 12, 2006 06:28 PM EDT --
We met at the house to disassemble their lives. In one evening, we took apart what they had created, collected, and been in their years together. We held the pieces of their lives - our history - in . . . more
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September 21, 2007 01:42 AM EDT --
The Accidental Horse
I hadn’t planned to buy a horse. I hadn’t counted on spending two or three hours a day tending to a horse. I hadn’t planned on all the time consuming tasks involved . . . more
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January 22, 2007 08:05 PM EST --
Shooting Stars
Deep reflections of your soul,
Are captured in moonlit eyes,
Like the moth unto the moon,
You lure me deep inside,
My runaway stars hold wishes,
Chasing dreams beyond my view,
One wish . . . more
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March 27, 2006 07:41 PM EST --
I started collecting baseball cards, as did most young boys, in the 60's. My mom made me give them away when we moved to a new house in Canoga Park in 1969. The only ones I kept were the ones I'd . . . more
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September 15, 2007 01:07 AM EDT --
Going to visit my Dad was always an adventure. Over the years he lived in many different cities all over San Diego County. Every other weekend he'd come to get my brother & I. The adventure would . . . more
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October 06, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
The constant creaking that attended
her last years is lost to me.
I was two--
maybe a few months over--
when the motion stopped.
But I have pictures of a little me on
her legs in a rocking chair . . . more
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January 14, 2008 07:45 PM EST --
Last week my daughter phoned and during our conversation asked, "How do you feel about the 14th?" A bit confused, I asked her, "What's the 14th?", to which she replied, . . . more
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December 21, 2007 10:50 AM EST --
As I have mentioned in an earlier article, many years ago I received this great game called the Voice of the Mummy. The game board was a three dimensional pyramid with a plastic sarcophagus on the top. . . . more
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December 28, 2007 12:47 AM EST --
Mom died this past January. The grieving was back with a vengeance for me as Christmas drew closer. The sadness was a huge weight and there was a darkness shrouding my days. Occasional . . . more
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December 01, 2007 09:31 AM EST --
I was one of the lucky kids. All of my Christmases were special when I was a child. The festivities would always start sometime around mid-December when my mom would buy my younger brother and me new . . . more
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April 28, 2007 07:51 AM EDT --
He was my favorite uncle, a big strong man who worked selling tires at Montgomery Ward so that his wife and three daughters could have a nice house and clothes. He love to cook out on his grill—hamburgers . . . more
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May 04, 2007 09:10 AM EDT --
Frayed yarns of moonshine
Dawn crochets a tapestry
Weaves a crayon song
more
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December 25, 2007 04:50 PM EST --
We spent part of Christmas day at my father-in-law's house. He's alone now since my mother-in-law died in July 2006 and I'm still amazed that he's managed to hold on this long despite . . . more
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August 15, 2007 09:07 AM EDT --
Proceed with caution
A sluggish cavalcade of polished black
Turns white with shock at pedestrian pace
Slowly move forward
Watch for signs of bloodshot wonder
Lest they STOP the . . . more
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September 04, 2007 07:36 AM EDT --
Winter’s icy fingers
Tickle me this summer morn
‘Til my feet grow numb with frostbite
I freeze under an avalanche of blizzard tears
Mourning for the loss of perspective
. . . more
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February 28, 2008 02:04 PM EST --
Every night I go somewhere. It's how I get to sleep. It doesn't always work. I suffer from insomnia, and even sleeping pills don't always work. So, I've learned . . . more
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November 11, 2006 07:44 PM EST --
"Did you ever save that card your father gave you?" My mother and I were having one of our weekly chats on the phone catching up on the small things. Every now and then, our conversations tend . . . more
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February 24, 2008 11:20 AM EST --
This is where a lot of detail becomes fuzzy.
Having a car allowed me the luxury of escape. And during that escape I remember smoking weed, using a fake ID to frequent the bar scene, paying the street . . . more
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March 19, 2007 05:22 PM EDT --
Today I wish to honor the memory of my mother, Harriet Alice Goldman, who had she remained alive this lifetime until today, would have celebrated her 87th birthday. Although not herself a believer . . . more
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April 20, 2007 03:19 AM EDT --
Edited Memories - What Sister?
"You don't?" I said flatly to my only sister.
"No, and stop being stupid. That never happened. You keep making this stuff up!" she answered me. . . . more
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