#NaBloPoMo - Childhood Attachments

#NaBloPoMo – Childhood Attachments

Do you have a “thing” from your childhood that you were overly attached to and wanted to pass down to your children? I had two. Both of them from my Great Grandfather who was a soldier in World War I. The first was a medal he received for his service. It was a hard war. Read More

What I Want to Be When I Grow Up #NaBloPoMo

What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

As I enjoyed the post yesterday, I thought I might stick with the theme and use the BlogHer prompt for November 3rd: What did you think was the coolest job in the world when you were younger?  Do you still feel that way now? I guess, really, that depends on how you define “younger”.  My Read More

November 2 - #NaBloPoMo 1

If You Remember These…You Might Be Old

In keeping with #NaBloPoMo, I’m posting today using the BlogHer writing prompt for November 2nd. What was the one toy that a friend had that you wished you had when you were little? If you’re new to the page, you might not know that I turned forty this year.  This makes me a child of Read More

Happy Hallowe'en!

Happy Hallowe’en!

Live by Surprise is preparing for a Hallowe’en and then a month of posting for #NaBloPoMo! Enjoy my Hallowe’en Haiku! I’m no stranger to Hallowe’en. Last year I wrote a post about the complications of celebrating Hallowe’en after divorce. I had a Hallowe’en #AAF with Tamara Klein Bowman (whose family is even more into the Read More

The Grandmother Diaries: I Opened the Box 1

The Grandmother Diaries: I Opened the Box

I finally jumped into Pandora’s box. I pulled out a handful of Gran’s journals today. I’m starting with 1987 – as it seems to be the earliest I found. Just the first page brings back memories. It’s yellow, curled a little and smells faintly of cigarettes. She lists the times of her favorite TV shows Read More

My First Day of High School: A Horror Story

Childhood Memories of Hallowe’en and Other Things

When I was young, my mother didn’t work. Until we went to school, she stayed at home with us, and took care of neighborhood children during the day. There were two children who lived about a block away. The eldest was three years younger than me, and the youngest six. Both boys, Marcus* and Lyle*. Read More