Some days are ordinary. Others are extraordinary, and life changing. And world changing. September 11, 2001 was extraordinary. But for me, it started out oh so ordinary. Kids in school, birds chirping in the trees. My ironing pile had stacked up, and I decided to tackle it. Amanda had a varsity volleyball game that night, and I was so, so excited for her. I had dropped Greg off at school, and he was so excited about his upcoming football game. I was sipping my coffee, and on the phone with my best friend, Robin. I can still smell the aroma of coffee mixed with spray starch, hear the hiss of the iron as it hit the wrinkled shirt. I had the television tuned to the Today show, but the sound was down so Robin and I could chat. Continue reading “Memories of 9/11”
Daddy was larger than life. I know most kids feel and say that, but in his case it’s an absolute fact. Loud. Boisterous. Slightly obnoxious. Hilarious. A little damaged. Fiercely loyal. And more…And sometimes I still can’t believe that he’s gone. Father’s Day can be rough for those of us who’ve lost our larger than life daddies. If you’ll indulge me, I thought I’d honor Daddy by sharing a few stories about him… Continue reading “Remembering My Dad”
When I was a little girl, and later as a teen I sporadically wrote in my diary. You know the kind I’m talking about, right? Mine was yellow, with flowers and a little girl on the front cover, and had a lock. I lost the keys, (it came with two) but figured out how to lock and unlock it with a bobby pin. I poured my heart out in the pages of my little diary, griping about how mean my dad was, and the “hunks” and “foxes” I was apparently madly in love with. I found that diary later, and let me tell you, it was as embarrassing as it sounds! The act of keeping a diary served a purpose though, it was a safe space to pour out my heart, and daydream a little.
Continue reading “Five Easy Ways to Keep a Journal to Tell Your Story”