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My father used to live in a duplex apartment at the end of Sunset Ave. in Bloomington. The street was aptly named. I took this photo six years ago, when Dad was pretty healthy and strong. He may have been visiting his sister in Atlanta on this day.
I tell people my MS symptoms aren’t that bad. Many people with the disease have it much worse than I do. All that is true, but for me it’s the small inconveniences that get me down. Shop ’till I drop Shopping for clothes used to be fun. I can’t count how many hours I spent […]
tender Ragtag Daily Prompt (RDP) #81 She has no memories of being an infant. Some people claim they can recall those early years, but she thinks they are fooling themselves. She has seen pictures of her mother and father cradling her in their arms. The love they feel for this tiny human is in their smiles […]
We’ve moved my dad’s stuff out of his apartment. He lives at a assisted living facility now. Anyway, a big part of dealing with his possessions is going through thousands of photos. He’s been an avid amateur photographer for over sixty years, so there are a ton of prints, slides, and negatives to go through. […]
The prompt is beach. When I was a child some of my vacations were spent on the island of Jamaica, my mother’s home country. While there, we spent a lot of time driving around to visit family. Those visits always seemed to involve talking about who had died. I remember eating a lot of fruit […]
This morning was wet, warm, soft, and gray. I parked in the lot adjacent to the torn-down buildings and climbed out of the car with my purse, lunch bag, and iPad bag slung over my shoulder and across my chest. My iPhone was nested in the back pocket of my jeans, earbuds plugged in and […]
There’s always something to write about. Whether or not it’s interesting is for the reader to decide. I guess the writer is also entitled to her opinion, but even if she thinks what comes out on the screen isn’t interesting, she’s duty-bound to keep writing. No one ever died from reading boring prose did they? […]
I remember my childhood in snapshots, and I’ve been seeing those pictures in my mind a lot lately. I miss those days. If I could go back and live again in that simpler time, I would. In my memories it’s always spring or summer. Colors were brighter, days were longer, everything I had was given […]