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My Pajama Days
I am Emily Okaty Wilson, freelance writer, blogger and public speaker. It sounds better than saying I stay in my pajamas all day eating salt and vinegar chips. I claim to be a wife, a mother, a homeschool teacher and a musician. Sometimes I'm funny.
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Tag Archives: childhood memories
A long drive home
Standing on his doorstep, waiting, it felt like the whole summer had slipped away on the long drive home. Summer vacation meant road trips and visiting extended family and friends. It meant sibling squabbles in the backseat over who got … Continue reading
At 16 I didn’t really picture the future, maybe that was the problem.
My oldest daughter has been leaving reminders all over the house that she is old enough to take driver’s education classes now. There are a couple of driving school coupons on my writing desk, a driving school’s schedule on the … Continue reading
Posted in Writing Prompts
Tagged childhood memories, daily prompt, overcoming fear, parenting, postaday, Steering wheel, sweet sixteen
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I was more of a teacher’s plague than a pet.
I wasn’t a very good student. If I was completely honest, I’d have to admit that it was mostly due to an overwhelming interest in social experiences rather than cerebral ones that kept me from achieving better grades. But I’m … Continue reading
Posted in Writing Prompts
Tagged childhood memories, creative writing, daily prompt, postaday, social experiences, Student, Teacher, teacher's pet
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I kissed a boy and I liked it
“Mommy kissed Uncle K once, you know,” stated The Hare, right in the middle of opening Christmas presents with my brother-in-law (Uncle K), his kids, my in-laws and Uncle K’s new girlfriend. The room fell silent for a few minutes … Continue reading
Posted in Writing Prompts
Tagged childhood friends, childhood memories, Facebook, first kiss, high school, irony, Middle School, school, Seventh grade, Sixth grade
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An Intruder
It was close to bed time when my dad pulled down the dark driveway. We lived in a beautiful historic house on the grounds of the university my dad worked. My brothers and I snuggled in the backseat of the … Continue reading
Posted in My Pajama Ponderings
Tagged being scared, childhood memories, family, fear, humor, intruders, life, relief
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