Mum

My mum used to be such an angry woman, with dark moods and a frustrated temper.  She always had an eighties perm and a frown on her face.Mum seemed to be in the kitchen for what seemed to be my entire childhood, making a mess and a fuss over the simplest of meals.  I remember the smell of the ironing and the huge pile of dad's shirts and our school uniforms.  She would set herself up in the corner of the kitchen, the iron hissing as she stared into the surrendered fabric....more

Ghosts of my childhood

I see a hint of her from the corner of my eye as I walk down a busy street. There she is watching me through store windows that distort my already misshapen body like funhouse mirrors. When I try to catch her spying on me, she vanishes.Sitting in the neighborhood cafe, sipping coffee with two creams and a sugar, picking praline pecans from my cinnamon roll, I feel her disapproving stare on my exposed neck. Reaching up to settle my prickling skin, I nervously laugh at my foolishness....more

Cherished Childhood Friends Provide a Reason to Keep Blogging

I got the most unexpected and sweet email message last night from R, a childhood friend.Some background: R and her family (mom, dad, sister and brother) lived in a house across the alley from my family’s house in West Virginia all the years I did, from the age of about two through college....more

My 1970s childhood memories

Inspired by NaBloPoMo writing prompt for Monday, July 7, 2014: Which former decade do you wish you could time travel and visit? Why? ...more
marisab Thanks for sharing your memories - love it! :)more

Eating breakfast for dinner

I'm guessing I was not all that different from most kids in this regard, but the first words from my mouth when I bounded into the house after school were usually, "What's for dinner?" On the very odd occasion, my heart was filled with dread because my mom's quiet answer to my question was simply, "Meat." See, I knew that if we were having chicken, she'd say chicken. If she'd made a roast, she'd tell me we were having roast beef. But if she said "meat" - oh, the horror! - I knew the feature at dinner that night would be my worst nightmare: liver. ...more

A Mother's Touchstone

As a mom to three kids, I do a lot of going in and out of my house. Each time I go to meet a bus, or get into my mom-mobile, I revisit a piece of my childhood and one of my most treasured possessions…my quartz rock.The rock sits among shrubs from our home’s previous owners and some flowers and perennials I’ve planted. About a foot long, the rock blends in with its surroundings. It also stands out as something unique. Just like it did when it was in my mother’s garden. First in the house we lived in until I was nine and now at the house my parents remain in today....more

Making Something Out Of Something Nothing?

 I have this habit of reading various articles I find on the internet. I live for articles from the website Cracked.com, because they use humor to prove their points. They also love to point out Easter Eggs in shows, movies, music, and I happen to live for various behind the scene knowledge like that. ...more

My First Memory

I have perky personality and a quirky sense of humour. My optimistic outlook on life rarely wavers in the face of adversity, even though I am married to a rather taciturn man with a pessimistic outlook on life. It is a comical situation given that we have been inseparable for 35 years....more
inevertoldher gee, maybe I should have looked taciturn up before I used it!  these ...more

Stories Never Die

 I had travelled quite a distance to visit a magical place from my childhood, the birthplace of stories and dreams, where imagination and creativity took flight,  never weighed down by commonsense. BUT my tiny kingdom had been destroyed by progress. i stood  on hot concrete, staring incredulously at a large edifice of glass like steel and steel like glass. searching my memories,i did not see this...more
inevertoldher not too sappy? good- I try to avoid sappy drivelmore

Childhood Christmas Nostalgia

As I was sipping a cup of Silk Road's "Spicy Mandarin" tea, I realized that my memories of Christmas past and dreams of Christmases present and future are inextricably linked to the scents and flavours of the holiday season. ...more