Are memories like snowflakes,falling on our eyelashes,so beautiful, so easily dissolved?Are they like dust motesthat float in the sunlight,or bring a tear to the eyebefore dissolving into the mist?The wind…
It was a school daylike any other,except it was Friday—and the week before Thanksgiving.The holidays were coming,and even though it wasn’t very cold,we knew Christmas wasn’t far off.I was in…
The old womanheld a gnarled hand over her eyes,and squinted into the brilliant sun.Yesterday the sky was darkwith roiling clouds and rumbling thunder,the kind her mother always saidwas the angels…
Do you remember the first time your “significant other” told you they loved you? The day? The circumstances? Some people think it’s silly and marvel that I remember it all,…
In recent weeks I’ve spent a lot of time reliving the past. I’ve scoured photos albums and reread poems written long ago. Each glimpse brings a flood of memory. I…
Do we hold memory or does memory hold us, gathering and trading as it moves along on its way, holding onto bits it chooses, tossing others without a care as…
They say don’t look back, the past is behind you, focus on the future. It isn’t bad advice. We can’t change the past, and the future is limitless possibility. But…
I’d guess that most of us have had at least one teacher over the years who made a difference in their lives. I’ve been lucky enough to have several. While…
Memorial Day 2018 It’s raining today. Not just cloudy with the occasional drizzle, but full out rain that turns the world gray and sucks the life out of you. …
Memory is a strange, wonderful, heartwarming, and sometimes heartbreaking thing. Memory is the history of our lives, and like all history, the triumphs and losses are seen differently, depending on…
For the past 16 years, the beginning of March has been hard for me. My mother passed away after a long illness on March 2, 2001. Eight years ago, that…
