Tag Archives: memories
The accident, part one
I was seventeen years old and a senior in high school. I’ve always been a bit of an overachiever and high school was no exception. That year, I was enrolled in sixteen hours of college credit through one local university, … Continue reading
i love to fly, in spite of…
I have had many opportunities in my life to fly. I don’t have a pilot’s license, although maybe someday I’ll seek one. In the meantime, I love to fly as a passenger, in spite of stories like this and the … Continue reading
friends and teachers
Not too long ago, I reconnected with an old friend from high school. Until yesterday, we had only chatted and emailed. Then, in the course of those chats and emails, we discovered a true “small world” connection… This friend (I’ll … Continue reading
homeless people in my neighborhood
Yesterday I ate lunch at Mcdonalds. I had a lot of reasons for that – mostly, I was out running errands and needed to pick up lunch somewhere, and McDonalds was there. So I bought a meal and found a … Continue reading
my first accident
I got into my first car accident shortly after I got my license at age 16. It’s not as bad as it sounds, though; the accident was not my fault. In fact, I was hit by another teenage driver in … Continue reading
moving
My mom was an Air Force kid who moved a lot during her childhood, but she hated it. So as a result, once they had kids, my parents put down roots. My first move was after high school, when I … Continue reading
code is poetry, in so many ways…
I remember, when I was in high school, and my English teachers required us to read and study old, “classic” poems. Now don’t get me wrong here. I’m not a poet, but I am a writer. I see the value … Continue reading
label it!
Remember when you were a kid, and your mom wrote your name inside your underpants? It was embarrassing, and you hated it. Until you got older… and realized how smart she was. When I went to college, I chose to … Continue reading
my horse phase
I was in 4th grade when I went through my horse phase. I think every American girl goes through a horse phase, or at least it seems like it. I wanted all the horse gear – the helmets and riding … Continue reading
seven years, a million stories
I’ve been thinking all day about what to write. This is such an intensely powerful and tragic day in our nation’s history. There are no words to describe this day. All I can say is a gentle promise to those … Continue reading