To Heed Or To Hope?

Memories of the past function as warnings for the future.

A Small Gift From His Pocket

The taste of cherry Hall's cough drops summon incredibly vivid memories of sitting between my grandparents in church when I was little.

The Past Is Only In Our Heads

Discovering that what you had long believed to be a dream was actually a memory is a very strange experience.

In The Midst Of Mournful Devotions

While dressing for church (the very word feel odd on my tongue) my mind floods with memories of Sunday mornings past: pancakes, the braiding of hair, a dollar in the white envelope, cherry cough drops, and the overwhelming feeling of being out of place.

Rinse The Brush Before Moving On

I have to be careful not to allow one small occurrence to tint the memories of this wonderful day.

I've Been With You Such A Long Time

The beautiful weather today reminded me of riding down the highway with her after leaving Eagle Island, dancing in our seats and singing along to Queen's You're My Best Friend.

Tangible Yet Intangible

Once, when I was young, a boy offered me the gift of winter.

And No, It Has Nothing To Do With The General Populace Of The Surrounding Area

Every time I drive by Everybody's Supermarket I think of instant hot chocolate.

It Seems Like Such A Long Time Ago

The smell of the slowly dying Christmas tree reminds me of playing Nintendo when I was little.

Priceless Moments

My favorite moment this Christmas Eve was dancing to Christmas music with my father while Dan and my mother danced together in the kitchen.

Oh, To Be Barefoot And Careless Again

I drove by my childhood home tonight and was shocked at how different it is from my vivid, Technicolor memories.

She Made The Zoo Special

One of my favorite memories from my childhood is feeding peanuts to the elephant at Tote-Em-In-Zoo.

It Has Been A Long Time

The last traces of my sun-and-surf bleached-blond hair are nearing the end of their existence and, once they are gone, I will have no record of my time there.

Think What You May Have Missed

The lost sleep was totally worth it.

Time Slips Away From You

I've always loved the front porch on the house in which I grew up: wrought iron railings, plenty of room for potted plants and dogs and cats and wishing upon stars before bed.