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Submissions to this category are generally told in the first person and cover personal reflection, autobiographies and memories of the past. Rather than focusing on factual accounts, memoirs are more a recollection of moments in time that were either vivid or unique to the author.

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Diary Entry 1

Dear Diary,  You know how when you put your whole self into something or you give all you can that day, even if it’s not much, it still feels like a whole lot to you? And you know, how you feel so good about yourself for a minute because you think you did a lot and gave it your all but come to find out you're not doing even half of what normal people are?  None of that probably makes sense...Read On

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Before The Tragically Hip made it big

Before The Tragically Hip made it big

This is a true story about teenagers helping other teenagers during a band project. This story connects Edmonton with what is now described as an Iconic Canadian Band... THE TRAGICALLY HIP.  On March 23, 1988, some friends and I were looking for whatever experience we could have, when someone saw a poster that a band called The Tragically Hip was doing a gig at Dancing Shoes, a small bar on...Read On

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Memories of a woman

Donna would tell she was in her late eighties, just not how late. She always had a smile and if she could get her hands on you, even a bigger hug. She had fallen and I went to the hospital to check on her  As I got to the door. I heard voices. Thinking the doctor was with her I waited  I heard Donna's voice begin to tell one of her many stories. Her words took me in as I closed my eyes...Read On

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Theo's Happy Memory # 1

Theo Loves His Family

0430 Military time, 8 year old Theo would wake up, clean up, put on his dungarees, and fill up with whatever Mama bought that week.  By 0515 get to the corner for the farm truck to come by. Everyone there was speaking another language, yet they came to know him well. Theo was from an old mold, they said. They all remembered starting work so young in "the Old Country." Some never spent a day...Read On

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Love & Affection challenge: Visiting Hours

There can be untold and surprising depths of affection from random encounters between strangers

 

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No tears falling

The tears I not let fall As I look at your pictures The smiles Our laughter Your song of love Never leaving my mind Touching tenderly My heart cries for you Souls forever one No The tears I not let fall...Read On

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Tales From the Tabletop III

"Work!" The word that nearly brought the world to ruin.

Wherever they are found, and wherever they have traveled, Kender evoke a common adage amongst those who have encountered them. The most dangerous thing in the world is a bored Kender. I must beg to differ in this tale. For those who don’t know Kender, they are a race of Halflings/Hobbits known for an overwhelming sense of curiosity. So great is their curiosity that they are fearless even...Read On

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The airport

The day at the airport Many were waiting for loved ones A look at the clock told the time was near Sounds of the plane had finally come  People moving  Cries and laughter were everywhere A man moved into view My heart told me It was him We stopped  As customs say  Our eyes didn't meet I heard the drop of a bag  Saw him go down on one knee As he extended his hand Palm up I...Read On

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Tales From the Tabletop II

Name? Choose wisely...

Here’s yet another fond memory from the bygone days of PnP role-playing. This tale centers around one of my players creating a new character. Everyone playing the game had many characters. We just picked out characters from our portfolio according to whim every time we sat down at our custom-built plywood and 2x4 gaming table. Everyone wanted a wide variety of options, so we often rolled up...Read On

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My Y2K Experience

Memories are best told after the pain of making them is past...

Twenty years ago last night, I spent New Year’s Eve waiting for someone in the world to call and tell me something in our product line didn’t work. Or that it worked incorrectly. It was December 31st, 1999 and Y2K misbehavior was clearly at the forefront of many people's minds. Including mine. In January 1999, I had been re-assigned from Director of World Service to Director of Quality...Read On

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Tales From the Tabletop

Never get on the Dungeon Master's nerves...

There were some grand moments in my old PnP role-playing days that I will think fondly of until my dying day. This is one of them. My gaming world was one of my own creation, put together in the fashion of Frankenstein’s monster from numerous sources. It was quite the “Monty Haul” campaign, which means that loot was abundant. I balanced this by giving the monsters and other beings in the...Read On

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Whisper

To fill the hours in the day I do as expected Alone in a crowd I prefer it that way Not really alone As some think I see you in my mind Feel you in my soul Your whisper at times I hear Whenever I miss you the most Every beat of my heart Every breath I take Your whispers give me strength The courage to continue on They are really a treat I realize  To have the time we did ...Read On

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Waltzing Matilda

A drunk mystery woman appears at the care home social.

I had been living at the care home for a few months when the recreation committee decided to have an end of summer indoor street dance. It’s not that we didn’t have regular recreational events, we regularly had a pub night. Local musicians e.g. vocalists, guitarists, keyboardists & accordionists, who once played the club circuit, now found purpose and meaning in playing the care home...Read On

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A lifetime of memories

Early in the morning  I wake Something seems wrong I have no idea why Very slowly I get up Not making a sound Checking and listening  I find nothing has changed I try to shake it off As I snuggle under the covers Memories come of you Knowing they will take me away I smile once more A lifetime of memories  Of you      ...Read On

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First Date Set-Up

Teenage girl questions her father about the early onset of romance

 

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Boink!

Blood is thicker than water, but good humour is a solid family statement...

I had gotten the call. My son had been struck in the head by a basketball during gym class. Quite soundly too. He was groggy and not in the best of moods. He rested in the medical office until I arrived. Pupils. Fine. Need to vomit. Nope. A wee bit loopy. Yes. But that was normal. He ate lunch at home while he iced his head, then slept for over two hours. When he woke, he was in a...Read On

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Remembrance Challenge - Remembrance is a Living Thing

Souviens-Toi/Remember

 

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Extreme Mislabelling For Desired Effect

Variety is the spice of life, but laughter is the best medicine...

“What’s with the long face,” I said to my horse-faced son. Okay, that didn’t happen, nor does he have a horse's face, even though he’s the son of a jackass. My daughter, on the other hoof, doesn’t take after me – she is me. She refers to my beloved, Leonard Cohen, as Leonard Colon . Grrr. HEY! Why, oh why, is everything on this site so darn down in the dumps? This isn’t the dark blue...Read On

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Early warning

A new experience of fear

Early 1940. Siren’s mournful wailing, signalling, Our first air raid. Fearfully looking at me, she switched off all the lights Then she came to hug me close, her body trembling. I’d never seen her like this, so full of fear and worry. “It’s all right,” I reassured her. A distant bang, surely approaching thunder “Oh, God.” Her voice displaying her terror. “Down the stairs,” she urged....Read On

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Bits and Pieces

There’s a moment, a split second where a dream is so vivid, yet it slips from your grasp all at once

Trudging into the bathroom, I flick the switch. The light is dim yet it still blinds my weary eyes,  adding to the miserable feeling that I woke with.  Another dream.  Her.  Steadying myself against the cool ceramic sink, eyes blurry, still exhausted, I try to focus on the figure in the mirror. Heartbreak is written with a single tear sliding down my cheek. When my eyes close I see hers,...Read On

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Something of Value

Young man has first encounter with human loss

It was a slow melancholy song in Harry Turner’s head. Uncle Joe was dying. A sad refrain that reminded Harry of the man he knew. He was a man full of good humour, activity, kindness and love for his family. Now he was dying. The dirge plagued Harry’s mind. He had arrived home from university that morning to find his father in a less than happy frame of mind. “Your Uncle Joe’s unlikely to...Read On

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Editor's Pick

A Warmer Reality

Man in early forties tries to come to terms with his father's indisposition

---“It’s not him, is it, Jack? It’s just not him.” My mother’s despairing words were a mournful poem that reverberated inside my head whenever I visited the hospital. She was so right. The wizened shell inhabited by something totally alien was a parody of the father I had known. Those chafing images implanted in my head threatened to bury the good that had gone before. Sitting there, in...Read On

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Ground Zero

In dream, my skin has been charred soot-black, not all over my body, but on my arms, my legs, my penis, my chest. In dream, I only notice the burns if my eye happens to fall upon that area of skin. There is no pain. No pain, but a deep, shuddering fright when I see my blackened flesh and am reminded once more of the severe burns I carry. It was a dream the night of September 11th, 2006,...Read On

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Back To School Challenge: Tears

We never appropriately anticipate the unexpected, do we?

Tears. I never expected it. She didn’t want summer vacation to begin because she loved her teachers. She loved her classmates. She loved school. And on the last day, there were tears. But she got over it. The very next day. Over the summer, she played. She traveled. She did what children have done for decades. They enjoyed their summer vacation with friends and family, learning...Read On

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Jesus Loves Me

Song my granny sang to me Jesus loves me! This I know Now I can't understand the words I hear on the radio Peanuts cost a nickel And a tickle made me laugh Now on TV people are shot in streets But! What happened to the rabbit ears? Elvis was king and Hank was Hank But who in the hell is P. Diddy Or Snoop Dog? My dog was named Jim People can't afford to eat But they can get tattoos And...Read On

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The Tumultuous Tale of a Tormented Terrier

This is a more or less true account of what happened that day.

The Tumultuous Tale of the Tormented Terrier Well, let me tell you, it was like this. Once upon a time, our humble hovel was being run by the daughter-unit’s pet, a small, cute, cuddly and constantly yapping Yorkshire Terrier that answered to the name, Puh-Pet, but only if she happened to be in the mood. She loved nothing better than people-food treats and patroling the backyard. Since it...Read On

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The Interview

This is a true story.

I can't recall the year but I was out of work just as the Summer was beginning. Back before the internet, job seekers were forced to peruse the morning and evening paper. I happened to come across an ad for a day camp counsellor and called the number. A very nice lady answered and I was asked to come in for an interview. I raced across town and was soon sitting opposite a very attractive...Read On

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In The Presence of Angels

As real as it gets...

How do I begin this memoir without sounding mentally unfit? It's probably best to simply tell you about it and you can be the judge of my competency. I spent the early part of my career repairing medical equipment in hospitals and clinics around the United States. Primarily in Ultrasound Departments but also Nuclear Medicine and X-Ray Departments. I spent my early career in a rush. I...Read On

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At The Restaurant.

A true story my brother tells.

Now the story goes that my middle brother Tom was treating our youngest one, Fred to lunch at our favourite twenty-four restaurant. He had heard us talk about it and was excited to visit the place that we frequented. Now despite it being the end of the lunch rush, it was still crowded when they arrived, but a booth was located and cleaned as they waited. As they were escorted to their...Read On

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The Mountains Are My Friends

I left feeling that everything was well planned and under control ...

" The mountains are my friends. " (an Iraqi-Kurdish saying) Up until the point of writing this journal, I would have characterized my life as not being particularly interesting, unless you happened to be in the computer programming profession like me. Don’t get me wrong. I have no complaints about my life. It is just that I have had a certain degree of difficulty in persuading other people...Read On