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When Memories Speak: the unknown
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust. Wednesday, November 4, 2009. For years in so many arenas I have repeatedly tried to overcompensate for this feeling. I hate not knowing. I'm discovering more and more I am very uncomfortable in this place. It leaves me feeling small inside. It leaves me on the front porch waiting for everyone else to return from the show. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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When Memories Speak: March 2010
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust. Saturday, March 27, 2010. Memories of Big Mama. In all of these five women sitting around that table I looked for who possessed her gentle spirit. I looked for it not only in their faces or in how the food did taste but beyond their eyes brown like hers. Sunday, March 14, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Memories of Big Mama. There was an error in this gadget.
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When Memories Speak: June 2009
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust. Monday, June 29, 2009. More Than a Tour. I went through a tour of historical homes in which the new owners have renovated in order to preserve their architectural heritage. The homes were beautiful and marvelously preserved. The people I found very nostalgic of the Dayton they once knew and maybe the one in which they once before were on the outside looking in. Reasons), those whose families wer...
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A Good Book & A Cup of Coffee: July 2009
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A Good Book and A Cup of Coffee. An Open Forum for Book Reviews. Welcome to A Good Read Book Review. A few friends (and maybe even a few strangers) have decided to come together and share their love of reading. If you would like to participate please be respectful of the opinions, thoughts and beliefs of others. Song Yet Sung" by James McBride. Http:/ www.jamesmcbride.com/. View my complete profile. Chapter 1 - The Code. Wednesday, July 15, 2009. Chapter 1 - The Code. George. Liz, after being shot (t...
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When Memories Speak: Memories of Big Mama
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust. Saturday, March 27, 2010. Memories of Big Mama. In all of these five women sitting around that table I looked for who possessed her gentle spirit. I looked for it not only in their faces or in how the food did taste but beyond their eyes brown like hers. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Memories of Big Mama. Tomorrows my youngest daughter, Brittneys birthda.
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When Memories Speak: July 2009
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust. Monday, July 27, 2009. There's something special about being under the safety of your parents covering. You could almost forget you were actually an adult and revert back to seeking permission to open the refrigerator or to sleep in. This place, this small Blytheville, where the crape myrtle is in full bloom, the small streets seem even smaller, is a part of who I am . The faces around town ...
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When Memories Speak: Interviewed
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust. Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Being interviewed reminds me of the playground and the image of me standing there waiting to be chosen for a team to play kick ball. I always wanted to yell, "I'm short but I can run really really fast! They asked everything except for what I had for breakfast this morning. Who can stand rejection? Who's patient enough to wait on the phone to ring?
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When Memories Speak: My Best Christmas
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust. Saturday, December 26, 2009. My youngest daughter, Brittney, asked me "what was my best Christmas ever? Honestly, I had to stop and think about it. Christmas was always a big deal in our house. I told her about my new Barbie and the car I got to go with her. It didn't compare to what they ask me for, but I was wanting her to understand the significance of the memory. View my complete profile.
