Memories on Shine

Snapshots of 2009: Growing Up Too Fast

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All this week and next, we'll be revisiting our favorite family photos and memories of 2009. Here is our first entry. This photo of my daughter Ramona captures a wistful but joyous moment this past October at a local farm outside of Portland, Oregon. This snapshot memorializes her two front teeth, which she yanked out herself the following week. (As you can see, they're barely hanging on in the picture!)

It's a Thanksgiving Tea Party: Our Bounty, Our Blessings -- We're Calling the Roll

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Last year I painted my deceased grandmother as a gift for my grandmother's daughter, my mother. While I was painting, I kept thinking what a remarkable woman my grandmother was; remembering the old fashioned traditional values she imparted, by her example. I would guess that she was…

I GIVE THANKS THAT I AM ABLE TO DO WHAT I DO....HAPPY THANKSGIVING.....ENJOY!!!!

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Thanksgiving is one week away. It is my favorite Holiday. I am very thankful for all I have. I would love to hear about your favorite Thanksgiving dishes or recipes. FOR STARTERS: I love having big trays for munching on just to take the…

Janet Jackson's 10 Most Memorable Moments

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With the release of her Number Ones album today, we look back at her hits (and misses).

- Kathryn H. Cusimano, BettyConfidential.com

She’s sold…

Preserve Your Memories (and a fun giveaway, too!)

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It's gift-giving season and instead of throwing yourself into the mosh-pit that is the shopping mall, discover a fantastic alternative, especially to give to those who "have everything."

Josiah

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Some if my earliest memories are of those wonderful weeks my uncles and auntie would come to visit my family. My mom's younger brother and sister would come to visit two or three times a year. They couldn't come as often because they were still in school. My mom would invite Josiah and…

Sifting through the Memories

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Someone once told me that writing about the past helps you know where you've been and where you're going. I guess that makes sense. But does anyone really care about where I've been? Doesn't matter really, because I'm just going to let it all out. Starting from the beginning and…