• Preserving memories of times past: Read how this blogger listened as her dad name-dropped princes, writers and movie stars whom he met in the 50s, 60s and 70s. http://diaryofadomesticdiva.com
    Family,  Parenting

    Tales of a Name-Dropper: How to Preserve Family Memories

    The ranconteur. The name-dropper. The swanky bachelor hobnobbing with the rich and famous. My dad. Ever since my husband and I have been married my dad comes to visit for Christmas, wherever we are. In 13 Christmasses he’s only missed one, if memory serves. If memory serves… But then again, we all know that memories can fail us. I speak with my dad fairly frequently. At least once, if not two or three times a week. Otherwise I think we both get restless. Last September I literally hunted him down in Costa Rica when I hadn’t heard from him in over a week. Oh, oops, I guess I didn’t get…

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    From “That Day” to “This Day”: Grief finds a new forum

    If you know me, I mean really know me, then you know I lost my mom. But you may not know, or remember, that it’s been fifteen years. Or that today, November 1st, is the day she passed away. So, now you know. I can’t say that November 1st is “still such a hard day” or that I “can barely think straight for the grief” anymore. Not because I’m callous but because that’s life. It’s been fifteen years. That’s a very long time to be missing someone, even someone who took a piece of your soul when they went away. But November 1st will always be that day for me;…

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    Remembering my Mom, November 1st and Always

    With so many people in this world suffering devastation now, today, whether at the hands of mother nature or fate or circumstances out of their control, it hardly seems fair to dwell on a loss I suffered 14 years ago. Let alone write about it, as though that loss gives me license to feel sorry for myself, over and over again. But the pain of loss is very subjective. And the pain seems fresh every November 1st. November 1st. For some it means taking down the Halloween decorations and replacing them with Christmas lights and garland. For others it marks day one of Movember, a month-long mustachied fundraising quest for…

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    I’m No Ambulance Chaser

    Waves of emotion roll through me. It’s an odd time to be feeling this way. I’m stopped at a light with the twins in tow, making my way home for lunch. I’m hungry. And then I see it. Two car lengths ahead. The kids are straining to catch a glimpse. It is an ambulance, making its way quietly along. To the hospital, I suspect. And suddenly all I can think about is my mother’s last ambulance ride. Today is not special. It’s not an ‘anniversary’ of some horrible life experience. It’s a Tuesday. I’ve seen ambulances before, for crying out loud. Yet, out of the haze I have this vision…