Footprints around the world

I look at the world map, and start counting the places around the world where I…

The games I learned to play

I don’t think any of us can say that they have never played games. As children…

No family heirloom, but… those rings…

I haven’t grown up with the idea that as the firstborn I will inherit the family…

Teachers leave those kids alone!

We don’t need no educationWe don’t need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeachers leave…

Memories frozen in time

In a recent post I mentioned how doing research for a family tree has sparked some…

Family tree sparks memories

Last week I visited my daughter, and as we sat outside, enjoy a bit of a…

Out cold…

It’s funny how you sometimes just can’t think of anything else, no matter how hard you…

Snippy, my mom’s dog

Back when we lived in Namibia, we lived in a house on the outskirts of one…

In the heart of the desert

When I read MLSlavePuppet’s comment on my post Ephemerality, a memory from my childhood was sparked,…

Ephemerality

Swakopmund, South West Africa, December 1976 Just like the year before my parents had driven the…

Hit and Run

Content warning: death of a child I’m really enjoying the prompts Feve is setting us, which…

Riding, riding, riding…

The moment I saw the prompt ‘ride’ a memory from my youth came to mind, and…

Prime Color

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. ~…

Winds of Change

Wind… that’s the first prompt of Feve’s summer writing project, Reminiscences. When I saw it, I…

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