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Tag Archives: memories
Memoir: A knight in shining polyester
We’re talking about finding the grace in the awkward years at Write on Edge this week. My mother cringed as he introduced himself outside the pool. His clear blue eyes and crooked toothy grin were almost lost under a mop … Continue reading
Posted in My Pajama Ponderings, Writing Prompts
Tagged awkward adolescence, Childhood, memoir writing, memories, teen romance, Write on Edge
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The Easter Bunny has risen, he has risen indeed
The Hare’s innocence had been bruised, tarnishing our world of make-believe, after last year’s Easter debacle. Christmas was certainly changed, the thrill of Santa and reindeer left an unexpected emptiness. I assumed Easter would be the same. “Now don’t forget,” … Continue reading
Posted in My Pajama Ponderings
Tagged Easter Bunny, family, friends, holidays, make believe, memories, parenting, telling lies
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When I Listen to the Beatles, I Can Smell Him
I’ve been doing a lot of reminiscing over the last few weeks. It started with my childhood friend being here, then morphed into something else. I started to dig out some of my college essays. Buried in my words were … Continue reading
Posted in My Pajama Ponderings
Tagged college days, college romance, creative writing, descriptive writing, memoir writing, memories, Romance
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