Tag: memory
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Exit
I’ve been a square egg on a brown knoll my whole life. I’ve never fit, and it’s never fit me. But oh, how I sanded edges here, sharpened curves there. Sawdust and metal shavings, blood and picked scabs, and a z-shaped scar…
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Lostalgia
Sometimes I look back on my childhood Summers visiting my mother’s extended family in Blasdell, New York near Buffalo and realize that so much of what was there is gone. Primarily some of the people, but also some of the buildings, parks, homes that I used to visit. When I dwell on it, it can…
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Lessons from Gram: Spreading Kindness and Joy
I don’t think a day goes by that I don’t think of my grandmother, Rosemary. She was just a force of loving-kindness. I can only hope to leave half the mark on the world that she did in her 66 years. So many of the qualities I like about myself come from her. And she…