Getting up to the attic is a chore these days. Hell, some mornings just getting out of bed is a chore. Still on the right side of the lawn though, which is something. So full of history up here. The weight of it lies heavy on my shoulders at times. Feathe...
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Always a car-sleeper as a young girl, I would awaken to the sound of gravel beneath the tires. To this day, that sound excites me, bringing back memories of simpler times. One week each summer, my twin sister and I were transported to what seemed like a d...
“I really despise this couch. Everything about it. You need to get a new one, or I’ll stop coming to these little chats.” “Focus, Daniella,” the therapist’s voice is low and colorless, like a forced kind of calming. “You were going to tell me about that n...
It's funny how a name can take you back, revive forgotten memories, put you in touch with a simpler, more secure time. It normally happens unexpectedly as well, puts you off your guard. Take this morning. I'm coming down the stairs ready to head off to th...
A Life Well Lived
She sat in her chair ruminating over her life.She smiled at many of her memories, including her childhood adventures even her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren only believed when they are very young. Her brothers understood, since they shared those adventures, and often the three of th...
The Treasure Chest
It was a case of “love at second sight”.Our “mamad” (a protected room in an apartment constructed with reinforced concrete to withstand anything but a direct impact from a conventional projectile) doubles as a TV room and contains bookshelves and a work niche. On the second shelf above the desk...
Success Can Be Earned
He stopped to visit the old homestead.He opened the door to his old hut. It had been years since he’d been here. He never could bring himself to sell it, even after his mother passed on. So much had happened since that one day. His name became famous throughout the land and opened so many opp...
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“Ah, yes,” she says, taping the old photograph, “that’s my father’s shop. The awning was green and, look, you can see Bevan’s Greengrocery painted on the window. Those boxes outside were heavy but I used to stack them and arrange the display.” “When you w...
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Monochrome snapshot printed on canvas and lovingly framed. Frozen blink in time portraying the warmest memoryof newly blossomed passion, desires that ran free. A perfectly captured moment of heart-fluttering joywhen we were just twenty and deeply in lov...
First Birthday
The first of many wonderful birthdays.Ten forty-five they cut your cord, late evening in September. The miracle of childbirth, was a night that I'll remember. You took a breath before you cried, a sound that gave me pleasure. I picked you up in swaddling cloth, my precious newborn treasure....
I remember attic fans in the summer and radiators in the winter and if you backed into it trying to get warm, you burnt your ass. I remember linoleum floors. Stovetop percolators. Gas stoves you had to light with wooden matches. I remember glass bottles o...
A Memory Please, Before You Go
Some moments, a girl can never forget...I come up on deck laughing... then freeze, instantly transported in time. That smell, that unforgettable cloying aroma of funnel cake and sunburned skin leaves me reeling mid-laughter. I start trembling where I stand, unprepared for the whirring picture...
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 th...
Love & Affection Challenge - A Bibliophile's Sonnet
Is it love, affection, or a vital needWe walked a lane in Wales one morn in MayOur eyes took note of blooms on shrubs quite near.We sniffed some sprigs near Hay on Wye that day,Each bush had scents and smells both clear and dear. A whiff was like old books on stands and racks, Each big thick...
All That Matters
It's really all that matters, don't you know"I adore you" The words were spokenheard and acceptedwith gratitude and delight Not always offered aloud in the pasteven when understood within the trust of a heart in need The adoration of a chorus of friends and lovers from lifethat passed sincerely rev...