Tag: family
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The Memory of Smell
Side note about the above picture:Pretty sure I’ve never shared this picture on any platform or even with anyone before. This is what I call an *aesthetic* picture because it tells a story and yet leaves you wanting more. Bloganuary Writing Prompt:Do you have a memory that’s linked to a smell? These writing prompts are…
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Bloganuary 11
Bloganuary Writing Prompt: How do you define success? I almost failed at my writing streak, so there’s that caveat… On a different note… I would define success as doing something that— at the beginning of the day— you didn’t think you could do. Even if that something is just making it to the end of…
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Memorable Gifts (Bloganuary 9)
Bloganuary Writing Prompt:What is the most memorable gift you have received? Even though I don’t always do these prompts right away, I open the email and think about it until I finally get around to writing. I can say with absolute certainty that I have no idea how to answer this question. As with most…
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My Family History?
Bloganuary Writing Prompt:How far back in your family tree can you go? A few years ago, I got Ancestry for a discounted price because I wanted to answer this very question. The answer?Pretty far back. Now, if it were from word of mouth, both of my parents’ sides of the family didn’t really seem to…
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Bloganuary 2
I decided to do my Bloganuary blog in the morning instead of at the end of the day like I normally do my blog entries since the writing prompt just showed up in my inbox and I woke up earlier than I absolutely needed to Bloganuary Prompt:What is the earliest memory you have? The funny…
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Seasons Of Change
After the stressful weekend last weekend, I apparently had to outdo that. My old car, Penelope, a 2012 Toyota Corolla with 264,000 miles on her… starting leaking a fluid. On top of the cosmetic damage (part of her front bumper came off and the rest was held on by duct tape), it was more trouble…
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A Happy, Crappy Christmas
I spent all weekend and the better part of today specifically trying to decide if I needed to write this blog, but I process grief through words. Not only verbally, but also on paper/screen. So… here we go. This Christmas was… different than others. My bestest friend (with the little dog on her lap in…
