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Topic: Dogs/Cats/Horses .. they make us laugh!!!!
Posted: 18 Mar 2019 21:12

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Topic: Dogs/Cats/Horses .. they make us laugh!!!!
Posted: 18 Mar 2019 21:11

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Topic: How Reflective
Posted: 18 Mar 2019 21:09

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Topic: How Reflective
Posted: 18 Mar 2019 21:08

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Topic: What's your current mood?
Posted: 13 Mar 2019 12:29

Calm and content for now.

Topic: What Do You Remember As A Kid?
Posted: 13 Mar 2019 12:26

I remember...

penny candy

push button light switches

fried bologna sandwiches

doilies

bacon grease kept in a coffee can on the stove

RC colas



I loved fried bologna sandwiches (still have one on occasion)

I remember

Two cent candy
Candy cigarettes
Shag carpeting in awful colors
Having a milkman
No seatbelts and playing on the floor of the backseat
No AC in our car
Black and white television
No remote for tv and sitting in front and turning the channels until my father found something he wanted to watch
Thankfully there were only four or five channels
Leaded gas


Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 13 Mar 2019 11:49




I had the same job of house clearing / cleaning after my Dad passed away in 1994. It was during that task that I ran across some of my Mother's poetry and got to know a side of her that I didn't know had existed. She had passed away in 1984 and I so glad Dad hadn't thrown out a lot of her "papers". There is a thread here on StoriesSpace Forum dedicated to her work. https://forum.storiesspace.com/yaf_postst1055_Mom39s-poetryGMA-1908--1984.aspx

Good luck and have some fun remembering things. God Bless.
Rick




Thank you both. It is a lot of work and has been going on for a while. It would be going faster except my parents' issues make having strangers come in and do the work problematic. My Mother's health is not great and my father has dementia. But at least there is an end in sight. By the end of June they should be moved and settled and the house sold. Taking a break today to give me and my parents a break. We tend to get on each other's nerves after a few days.

It is a beautiful sunny day here and I am enjoying a cool breeze coming through the open windows and doors, for now. I'm sure it will be raining again soon.

I'll have a coke with a cocktail umbrella to enjoy out on my back deck.

Cheers Everyone!

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 10 Mar 2019 23:53

I can't sleep. I should be tired, I spent most of the day working on my parent's house getting it ready to sell. Moved and got rid of quite a bit of their furniture. The goal is to get it on the market by May. Then they can finally move into a retirement community. I'll rest a lot easier when that happens.

It will be several weeks of work still ahead of me. Painting, stripping wallpaper, etc.

I'll have a ginger ale and curl up on a couch and probably doze off.

Cheers!

Topic: I am
Posted: 10 Mar 2019 23:36

I am awake, still.

Topic: Use One Word to Describe How You're Feeling
Posted: 10 Mar 2019 23:28

Tired

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Recommended Read Learning to Fly

Dear Dad, I should have done this so much sooner but I am a procrastinator as you well know. Sharing my thoughts with you now is the very least I can offer. Soon you won't remember my words and perhaps not even my face. Fate is cruel, stealing your memories but leaving your body healthy and intact. From the time I was little I always felt safe with you. We had so much fun and not always...

Added 20 Sep 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 665 | 10 Comments

Recommended Read Snowstorm

Anticipation is high for the first snow of the year Trips to the store, for bread, milk and more Everyone feeling a bit anxious, maybe a bit of fear Checking my supply of batteries, the seals around doors Weather forecasters in their own heavenly bliss Staying up around the clock, inches first, then feet My hubby and I get ready for bed and share a night kiss With that much snow, we need...

Added 27 Jan 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 747 | 9 Comments

See Saw Soul

my soul to use any word spirals around and I cry backed into a corner it just wants to fly it loves and hates longing for space to live in peace not run in circles and race envying others lives watching them spin happy and content why is my skin so thin a recipe for happiness does it even exist here the entirety of my life searching drowning in fear no more doctors nor pills a formula...

Added 05 Mar 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 536 | 7 Comments

Misery Loves Company

As a parent, you warn your kids about the dangers of the world.  Hopefully, they grow up safe and sound, after heeding your good advice. I had managed to do just that, I raised three boys to their mid-twenties and they are good men.  I proudly passed on my sense of humor and sarcastic outlook on life to them. I was not aware that I had passed on one other thing.  The idea that if you are...

Added 04 Nov 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 571 | 10 Comments

We Always Go On

You used to worship and love all parts of me, do you still? Easy to do when things were tight firm and new Staring in my mirror, I see So many scars, flaws, surely you do too? Approaching from behind a kiss placed at the base of my neck Shh, stop, now's not the time I feel your lips travel and taste their way down to a scar on my arm Lingering, I try to pull away from you Hands turn me...

Added 25 Apr 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 455 | 8 Comments

Heart Flutters

A heart flutters Sit, wait, watch wonder Window sill a bird mutters Eyes please open, see Fingers touch, pulse strong Light return to me Hours, days, each pass Smells assault from this place This surely not the last Beep, a small change Sounds, a voice says my name Feet running, feelings range Relief, guilt all mixed up Back to me, the bird leaves Confusion, I offer you a cup ...

Added 10 Mar 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 609 | 8 Comments

Nighttime

It often starts with a small sound Maybe a little putt, putt or a sigh Some nights a freight train comes round I'm tired and need sleep, but no, I cry I do have choices, move to another room A pillow over my head, maybe earplugs too It's worse now that everything is in bloom Allergies, apnea, find out, but no not you I wander through most days, eyes bleary Love only goes so far, until...

Added 15 Jun 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 579 | 7 Comments

We Remember

When I am ashes upon the shelf Will you remember me When you feel your skin tingle Will you remember me When you sense a breath in your ear Will you remember me When you see my toothbrush by the sink Will you remember me When you see my pictures Will you remember me I saw your name written in a book And I remembered I inhaled the scent from your clothes And I remembered ...

Added 28 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 520 | 7 Comments

Gillian and the Three Mole Stories

Mole Story One I can't recall when I first realized I had a mole under my arm. It was located in the center of my armpit. Early grade school is my best guess. For the most part, I was blissfully unaware of its presence. Doctors had assured my Mother that it was harmless and there was no need to remove it. It was in third grade that my awareness of it became more pronounced. In those...

Added 06 Jul 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 460 | 7 Comments

The Death of G-Man, Say it Isn't So

I wasn't raging my attire was making me cranky. The Glad lady shows poor manners and tries to undo my dress or so I thought. What is she doing? Through the haze that lingers in the air, I see my beloved fall to the floor. This can't be the end! "Sergeant do something! Zip up, do your job, call for help and arrest her." I continue to sob and not rage. But miracles do happen. I see my...

Added 03 Feb 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 292 | 6 Comments

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