Category: Memory
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Where I was
Last year, I was in New York City and I heard the names being read, first on the TV in my hotel room. Later I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan, and they were still reading. So many names. It was so quiet in that corner of the city, that section where the towers…
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It all started with a fall weekend in the mountains …
So it seems only fitting that we would get married on a fall weekend in the mountains as well. 10 years, in pictures. Almost 10 years ago I met Jeff at his mother’s house on Cedar Mountain on Thanksgiving weekend. I attended as a guest of Colleen’s (his sister, my college roommate) and I had…
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Drunk and pregnant
My grandmother – we called her Grandmama – was very poised and proper. She was the only adult I knew that would sleep until 10 a.m. (I must take after her), then stroll out of her bedroom in her silk nightgown, her hair done, and enjoy her cup of coffee in an actual teacup and…
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So I had this dream last night …
Just kidding, I’m not going there (for you non-Facebookers, I posted that I had weird, good dreams and it was requested that I blog about it – which I will not do, since Lance’s young ears would be disturbed … wait, Lance, I thought you were older than me!) I was told it might be…
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And he didn’t want to be seen with me …
Chris’ comment on one of my posts recently reminded me of a story: Last year I was in Athens visiting Chris, and one of the things we had promised each other we would do during my week here was to have a crazy workout schedule. We made a pact that above all else, workouts would…
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The adventures of Mia: Don’t play dead at a hospital
I like to entertain my friends with the funny stories and situations my 93-year-old grandmother (she turned 93 yesterday!) has decided to grace our presence with. She is a) hard of hearing, and b) willing to say whatever is on her mind, which can be a dangerous combination … The problem with writing about the…
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A childhood, found 15 minutes away.
It’s the 1980s and I complain as my legs burn against the sun-heated blue vinyl of Mom’s Oldsmobile. We are getting ready to head to The Complex, where we go almost every day during every summer that I can remember as I child. The perfect place to cool off – a huge indoor pool (my…
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The time I was a security guard
A memory No, really. I’m not kidding. It was the summer of 1998, and the boys at the fraternity house down the street were working for a security company that needed hands for their upcoming Stevie Nix concert. Looking back, it’s hilarious that the boys decided to call the sorority house for “backup security” but…
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This post is not about running
Soooo … as you know, I’ve been running a lot lately. A lot. And I’ve been writing about my running a lot because – well, that’s what’s taking up my time. But one of my loyal readers (Jeff) was kind enough to point out to me that I was blogging “an awful lot” about running…
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My first 5K or When I realized I could accomplish something athletic
In the latest edition of the together-but-separate blog postings, Amy and I are writing about our first athletic achievements. I started thinking about my first running accomplishments recently during a discussion with Heather about how to begin running. I remember the first time I ran a mile – it felt so amazing and accomplished! My first…