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I was an every day skater by 7 years old. It started as many extreme life changes, with little knowledge of what we were getting into. I was 5. A neighbor gave me her daughters old ice skates. I was … Continue reading →

In November 1998 I had two pieces published in a small book put out by a writers group I was a part of. One has the same name as this post. Since joining OS exactly a week ago, I have … Continue reading →

I cried all the way home from Earn and Learn’s work site back in the city where our camp bus dropped us off, some 30 kids who had spent 10 days outside of time in a Wisconsin woods as family, … Continue reading →

I don’t remember much from 7th grade. One memory only stands out in an otherwise colorless landscape. I got into my first and last physical fight. An odd scenario. One boy who I usually ignored asked me if I could … Continue reading →

I was the 15 year old telling my mother how to improve her driving though I had never been behind the wheel. I studied her feet, how she balanced the needs of the gas pedal and the clutch with each … Continue reading →

I wrote this the day after he died. When his name surfaced today, I remembered and wanted to share. Everyone has a comment about Michael Jackson. I’m no different. So far I haven’t reflected on his career, his talent, his … Continue reading →

Acquired yesterday…25lbs gluten free all-purpose flour, over 50lbs fresh picked apples. Yesterday I chose to go to the apple orchard with my family and a few friends. Emily spent much time behind the lens, photo documenting the afternoon, capturing Aaron … Continue reading →

We lived just south of Memphis, in Walls Ms, when Hurricaine Katrina slammed New Orleans. I don’t watch the news and at that time rarely read it either, but my husband gave me the sad news of what was probably … Continue reading →

Mrs. Rogers thick, rich accent came from growing up in the south. She sat perfectly straight, legs crossed ladylike proper in her teachers chair at the front of the room. She wasn’t interested in our self esteem. She was interested … Continue reading →

It’s dark at 8pm, crickets in full song. Owning a house = someone has weeding to do. Getting rid of unwanted stuff that is being given away involves a cluttered living room for a few days. Some burned bits are … Continue reading →