A Site for Remembrance

Dad has been in the closet for a long time. He was cremated in 2006 and spent the next five years by the couch where his wife lived her days with him, her dog, and her cat. When his wife moved north with her daughter several years ago, he became my responsibility. My father’s only […]

Memories and Perceived Value

Red clover may not have been a big part of my life, but it made a big impression. I still experience a frisson of excitement when I see it at the side of the road. It’s a matter of perceived value. My mother paid us about a nickel a bag to collect the blossoms. That […]

I Remember Joanie(‘s mother)

I’ve been reading another book by Brenè Brown. The Gifts of Imperfection has encouraged me to examine how I deal with shame. Do you remember the first time you felt real shame? I must have been six or seven, old enough to have comprehended life and death to some degree. Mostly, though, I thought about […]

Voodoo Thoughts

Who knows why we buy what we buy when we travel. An even greater mystery is why we keep what we buy. Many ago my husband went to Mexico for out 25th anniversary.  One of the worst parts of the trip was a visit to an island which our travel agent had arranged with the […]

Stuffed Animals are Stuff (to me)

If my house is an expression of who I am, hmm…  There are a few things that really miss the mark or at the very least are sadly outdated. Am I the only one who ends up with shrines to something that is long-gone  if it was ever important at all? I have a basket […]

Awards, Designations and Miscellaneous

(This begins a series of posts in the “Relics of the Past” which will hopefully allow me to rid myself of more “stuff”.) I loved my job. Yet retiring wasn’t hard for me.  I’ve enjoyed  my life since I fired my clients and cancelled my office phone number.  But it took a lot of mental […]

Stuff and Memories

My friend says she is afraid to get rid of her memory box because she may never remember these things again. I get it. How many times have I come across an old photo that reminds me of a forgotten moment? Who I am is a conglomeration of these memories. The moment in time has […]