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Tag Archives: Memoir
“Never miss a chance to use the restroom,” and other things my grandparents taught me
Never miss a chance to use the restroom. Don’t eat in the same genre of restaurant twice in one day. Stay curious. Fight for what’s important. Make art. Respect the individuality of your offspring. Sometimes a weed is really a … Continue reading
Posted in Inspiration, Things I remember
Tagged Grandparents, Inspiration, Memoir, Wisdom
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Of Love and Loss and Futons
Let me tell you about my friend Walter. First — spoilers—Walter (actually the resplendently-named Walter Lee Howard the Fourth) is no longer traipsing around this particular reality, having recently passed on. He left a huge Walter-shaped hole in the universe, … Continue reading
Is Your Child’s Birthday Your “Alive Day”?
My Mother’s Day tribute to the Tribe of Wounded Warrior Mothers is now online in PDF format. The essay, entitled Alive Day is here in the May issue of ParentWise Austin magazine, on page 10. Alive Day is a term coined … Continue reading
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Tagged Essays, Memoir, Motherhood, Tribe of Wounded Warrior Mothers
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Singing Sands
Squak! Bark! Bark! With each step, the pale dry sand yelps and squeaks, emitting strange sounds as we shuffle our bare feet along the isolated Oregon beach. Honk! Squeak! We laugh out loud, my new husband and I, delighted by … Continue reading