Tag: memories
member name: Sandy (Site Psychic™) Knauer
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October 12, 2006 06:28 PM EDT --
We met at the house to disassemble their lives. In one evening, we took apart what they had created, collected, and been in their years together. We held the pieces of their lives - our history - in . . .
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January 07, 2007 02:32 AM EST --
An eerie absence of everything familiar troubled Ben, yet he hesitated to move since the bed felt more comfortable than it had in years. He compromised; didn't move a muscle other than . . .
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April 20, 2006 08:21 PM EDT --
Dazed preoccupation, glowing skin, picture in hand to remind her he wasn't a dream, giggles and visible jitters. She showed all the classic signs of a girl who had lost her heart and mind . . .
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June 17, 2006 03:16 PM EDT --
I breezed past the card aisles and stores this year without feeling the pull. My father, grandfathers, and the uncles and friends . . .
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April 14, 2006 02:27 AM EDT --
Dancing served many purposes in my life. There. I said it in past tense and I'm still breathing. It was great exercise, a stress reliever, an expression of emotions and music, always fun, and sensual . . .
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April 22, 2006 08:18 PM EDT --
For those of us sentenced to Catholic school, back-to-school shopping promised few thrills beyond walking to Kresges with all the neighborhood . . .
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January 27, 2008 09:57 PM EST --
Like Duckie , I also had a recent visit from a Ghost .
December 31, 1968.
Bell-bottomed, black, bolero pants with wide suspender straps over an uncharacteristic, white, . . .
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January 14, 2009 03:35 AM EST --
A pitcher of sweet tea was as standard as toilet paper and electricity, with one glaring difference. Mom took full responsibility for assuring that we never ran out of toilet paper and Daddy . . .
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March 18, 2007 02:31 AM EDT --
I went for a walk with my mother yesterday. I walked out the back door with the confused imposter who had been living in her body the last few . . .
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June 21, 2009 02:06 PM EDT --
There at the edge of nothing
someone waits for me.
His essence fills the air
enabling me to breathe.
I draw the life he exhaled
so very long ago,
pull . . .
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April 28, 2006 02:37 AM EDT --
My big mistake was in expecting a twenty-mile drive to erase the thirty years I had been away. I set myself up for the unwarranted sense of betrayal that came when I saw a flat lot with a beer garden . . .
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July 23, 2006 11:40 PM EDT --
We pulled the pop-out camper across the state line, past the hog farms, around the country church, through the crumbling cemetery, and down the winding road to arrive at Starve Hollow Lake, as we had done . . .
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March 09, 2007 11:59 PM EST --
One was never enough. He couldn't stop at one beer, one game, one joke, or one woman. One good deed led to another, the same as one drug to the next.
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May 13, 2006 04:06 PM EDT --
Dear Girl In the Red Convertible,
I know you haven't seen me in thirty-three years but something tells me you remember me as well . . .
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May 15, 2006 01:52 AM EDT --
Karen has a room on York,
a far cry from the mansion she lost on Winter.
Maybe it isn't far.
Three miles, give or take,
seen differently by car, bus, or foot.
It's far enough she . . .
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July 19, 2009 12:07 PM EDT --
I posted this "Ship of Fools" chapter of my Autobiography In Music a year ago, so this qualifies for both the Resurrection group and Joy's Saturday Writing Essential prompt. I'm banking on the likelihood . . .
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August 25, 2007 12:47 AM EDT --
I beat the odds. By some stroke of good fortune, and after many sleepless nights of worry and continuous applications of Eucerin™ Dry Skin Therapy, I survived the date on which my granddaughter predicted . . .
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May 13, 2006 08:17 PM EDT --
For the first time in my life, I couldn't force a smile. I had been through most of it before, just never so many things at once. And the one thing I hadn't experienced before was worse than all . . .
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February 22, 2006 11:15 PM EST --
you live in my heart
my tears and laughter
show up in my dreams
in everything that matters
and when by chance we meet
time stands still for a beat
years disappear . . .
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April 14, 2006 10:37 AM EDT --
By the time I grew into his love, he had run out of time and closed the door on our relationship. I don't blame him. Timing is everything and my timing makes about as much sense as Roman numerals . . .
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