The Blind Date That Changed Everything

“Some stories don’t shout their importance.They whisper their way into your life — and change it forever.” When my kids ask, “Mom, how did you and Daddy meet?” I’m transporte...

How My Mom Became the Side Chick

My sisters and I would occasionally show up cuddling a new kitten or dog from a neighbor's new litter.  We were always greeted with the same response.  "No! You can take tha...

Naming Crimes

[Pictured in photo are me and my four kids around 1983 baking cookies during the holidays.] When my youngest sister brought her first baby home, no one noticed there was a pr...

How Did You and Daddy Meet?

When my kids asked about the day I met their father I recall that Friday night in 1968 when I had just settled in after a busy week of teaching junior high kids. Here’s what ...

Close Call

[Photo of my son, Herbert T. Brown, III at one year old.--1975-2016] In a recent newsletter, I shared my story of how my planned babies' names were stolen  almost a decade be...

Clean the Kitchen

The aroma would greet us at the door whenever my husband cooked his favorite dish.   “Hm-mm. What’s that?”   I call it “Clean the kitchen,” he’d announce.   He passed in...

Be Your Number One Fan

Be Your Number One Fan: The Key to Leading a Vibrant and Purposeful Life When I set up what a popular social media site used to call a "fan page," there was a tip suggesting ...

A Script of Grief: A Mother's Healing Begins

No matter how many dead people I've seen in murder mysteries in my lifetime, I wasn't prepared for the day I found my 40 year-old son dead from a massive heart attack. But I ...

The Macaroni and Cheese Party

"Hi Mom, whatcha doing?" Ada, my college-junior-daughter began. "At the beauty shop about to get my hair done, so I can't talk long right now. What's up?" " My coworkers and...

Dashing Through the Door

Growing up in the 50's was somewhat like working for Door Dash A neighbor would call to borrow a cup of sugar Whichever kid was nearby Was assigned to deliver it. A finished e...

Are You Missing the Beam?

[Image generated by DALL-E in ChatGPT 4o] At the end of a longitudinal study about the spread of happiness in a social network, a reader commented:"In another more distant ti...

The Faux Pas That Gave Me Pause

Something was wrong. The congregation applauded, giving me a standing ovation. I returned to my seat next to the pastor’s wife on the pulpit, tingling with joy as I scanned ...

My Mom's First Limousine Ride

When my first child became a high school senior, it had become common for parents to rent limousines to take their kids to and from the proms. They felt it was safer than ha...

Sending you love

You are worthy.  You are valued.  You matter.   tags:  memoir, biography, autobiography, family, history, legacy, letter, preserving, write, life, story, reminisce, memories...
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