WISTFUL CHRISTMAS

My memories are clear as yesterday,Enjoying traditions of the years past,Reflecting back as if it were today,Realizing this was some years ago,Yet taking time to live in the moment.Coming together and celebrating,Hearing seasonal songs and children’s laughs,Ripping gifts open and seeing smiles,It brings...

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THANKS FOR GIVING

Thanksgiving 2022As I lay battling my greatest demon, insomnia…like so many other nights.Today. <deep breath> The day of the month and Thanksgiving Day line up exactly as they did six years ago when I felt my Dad’s hand let go of mine and felt him at peace and free of any pain he endured.I know,...

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GRADE 8: EXPERIENCE WAS CALLING BUT I DIDN’T PICK UP

continued from Grade 7: It Was Not Heaven Calling Do-Over!, Not Quite but … Close Remember back in child playground games when it was your turn to do whatever, and it didn’t quite create the desired result you wanted, you’d scream “do-over!” Most of the time, despite your friends crying “No fair!” you...

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HER MAJESTY

I write this as an American, Mesmerized by the Windsors, As far back as my early childhood. The Firm as they often refer to it, Maintain a mysterious lifestyle, Behind their subject’s everyday eye. In a time without knights and kings, Even queens and questionable opulence, They live a life of past...

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GRADE 7: IT WAS NOT HEAVEN CALLING

continued from - It's How They Answered the CallingExcitedly NervousAs a reference point, I concluded my last post with the words déjà vu, as to here I go again. I was about to relive entering Grade 2 again, not by academic year, but starting all over in a new school, new neighborhood and eventually...

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THE STOLEN RIDE AND A ROBBED SOUL

As I went downstairs,
Getting all psyched up
For my 5:00am workout.

 See an empty spot, Where I left my carJust the night before. Perhaps Mom came by,
And I just forgot 
 I parked somewhere else. She sometimes visits,But I rememberedNever Wednesdays. Unexpectedly,
A nightmare came trueMy car was stolen....

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IT’S HOW THEY ANSWERED THE CALLING

continued from - Answering the Calling Lincoln Elementary SchoolPreschool My Mom shared her memories of my first day at preschool, which helped me think back to when I was four years-old. She shared how hard it was for her to let go of me to the strangers in the preschool, even for a half day program....

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