Day #344: Memory
I am grateful for my memory. I keep checking on it and although it doesn’t have the same alacrity it once did, it’s still intact.
I am grateful for my memory. I keep checking on it and although it doesn’t have the same alacrity it once did, it’s still intact.
It’s been eight years since this lady passed away. I am grateful for the many years I experienced her good humor, her storytelling, her teaching,
When someone asks what your favorite food is … a barrage of tastes, smells, and images floods into the open space of possible answers. You
I have been unable to taste or smell anything for almost two weeks. Nothing. No glimmer. This is a result of a cold … and
I very clearly remember the sounds of bowling. When I was small, my mom belonged to a weekly bowling league. She would take me along
Stuff. What to do with stuff? Marie Kondo encourages us to consider what sparks joy and remove everything else from our lives. I read books
I am grateful for each Christmas past. Wishing you, dear friends and family, sweet memories of Christmas celebrations.
Yes, you read that correctly. I truly love Limburger cheese. My husband wishes this were not the käse (inside joke). There is only one cheese
I am grateful for my memories. I’ve gone through two periods of limited access to memory, once after a difficult and long surgery and the
I will always be thankful for my roots in Rice Lake, Wisconsin. I was born there, I lived there until I was seven, and I