Archive for Memory

by Andy Dickinson I celebrated the second birthday without my mom on Saturday.   I had homemade cupcakes and french…

I didn't have a meaningful moment with my mother before she died. Well, that's not true, my life with her…

Where You Used To Be by David Hommel Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world,…

Last night, I fell asleep trying to piece together the fragments of a memory. It was a summer evening at…

Central New York, where I grew up, overachieves when it comes to cold weather seasons. I won’t even get started…

Dear Daughter, You will be 5 in a few short days. You’re starting preschool, you’re learning your letters, you can…

I’m not sure if it’s coincidence or trend that's recently led me to several online articles and posts discussing whether…

"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in…

My grandmother belonged in her home like a doll in her dollhouse. Each article of clothing, piece of furniture, and…