memories
November 8, 2009
- November 8, 2009 Remembering the Good Times One of my favorite things to do is to remember the good times. Life is too full of bad times and they seem to imbed themselves the memory like a bunch of staples, digging in deep and blocking everything they can. Walking through the healing process is like taking a staple puller to your soul, pulling out the infected little buggers, one at ...
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November 6, 2009
- And the sign said long-haired freaky people need not apply, so I tucked my hair up under my hat and went in to ask him why. He said you look like fine, upstanding young man, I think you’ll do. So I took off my hat and said imagine that, ha, me working for you. Sign, sign everywhere a sign, blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind, do this, don’t do that, can’t you read ...
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October 20, 2009
- As a child I was very fond of The Red Balloon. I guess I had that glorious mix of Curious George and Lewis and Clarke. I loved adventure and mischief. I found the story intoxicating. The librarian from my local branch read the story for us, a clutch of eager Indian-seated kindergartners. I didn’t actually see Lamorisse’s film version until a bit later so I concocted my own image of the boy in ...
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October 15, 2009
- The cookies had lines running across them like wrinkles. I thought I was biting into experience. Biscuits and I go a long way...My school tuck box would be filled with them. Later in life, I gave them identities.The smooth sandwich ones with creamy fillings were Passion. On days when one could fling politesse away, I’d open the ‘sandwich’ and lick the orange/chocolate/caramel centre ...
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October 2, 2009
- I am about to confess one of my deepest regrets in life: I did not attend my Grandma Moor’s funeral. The most natural question is: “why not?” The answer is very simple: it was easier not to go.It was easier on me. Yes, I lived ten hours away in Iowa. I was teaching and taking summer classes. I would’ve had to miss several classes to make the drive, or else chug plenty of black coffee and ...
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September 24, 2009
- I was unable to go to the funeral and that nearly broke my heart. He was the first person I had ever loved outside of family. We had been friends since seventh grade and it was sometime after college that we went our separate ways. Not that we had forgotten each other because that could never happen, but life took us to different places with different partners on different ...
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September 20, 2009
- It's 0530 hrs. The sun hasn't even considered peaking over the horizon on this January morning in Vermont. The shoes are laced on, snugged, and re-laced. The stretching is over and the push-ups and sit-ups were knocked out through the blurred vision of the early riser. The door to the kitchen opens as he leaves the house. The skin-tight lycra has been pulled over a pair of long ...
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September 19, 2009
- Several times now, I have mentioned this book I have written, and my lack of luck in finding a literary agent, but to date have failed to mention that which inspired such a story. So, first, I guess I must say that it was a portion of my life that I have used within the story. Then, by bringing in the fiction, the imagination, and basing the novel on my knowledge of what I learned ...
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September 13, 2009
- For so long now, I have attempted to put this book into the hands of a literary agent. I wish so much that they'd read more than just the first chapter or even the first five chapters. Anyway, you'll see me mention it many times in discussions, so here it is,,,,Chapter 1: Troubled Memories By: Raymond MalletteChapter one It was just another quiet day in a small ...
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September 8, 2009
- Want stain-free rugs? Shall I delete that mail? On second thought, it connects me to visions submerged beneath a deep pile carpet.When I was a child we had a strange-looking carpet in the living room. The camel-coloured background had geometrical splashes all around. We may have spilled a lot of things on it – peanuts, cashews, sherbet, milk -- as cushions came tumbling down.I spent many an ...
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