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Of all the senses, perhaps smell is the
strongest memory trigger we have. And for me, the smell of
certain Flowers brings me right back to
the most important times of my life. Lilacs in particular are the… Read More »- Let’s talk: Comment (0) | Blog
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In the chaotic day-to-day life we lead, time gets away from us. As children, time seemed like the one thing we always had to spare. Growing old was never a reality. There would always be plenty of time to do this or finish that or wait for something new.
It’s funny how becoming a parent…
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"I love
you!" he declared.
I looked at him stupidly. It was the first time a boy has told me he loved me. We were both nine years old at the time.
"I don't believe you." My mom told me that you can never trust boys at this age - they are…
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I was adding some new recipes to my
blog yesterday
from when I was a child, and all these wonderful memories started
coming back to me. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and
also gave… Read More »
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How To Install Love ? by Unknown
A call comes through on the customer service line.
Customer Service Rep: Yes, Ma'am, how can I help you today?
Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install love. Can you guide me through the…
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Not long after my ex wife left me, she returned to my house to go through all of our photo albums to pull out some that she wanted to make copies of. Given the phuqed up state of mind I was in at the time, I offered to scan the photos for her and then just burn the images to a disc so that she could… Read More »
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was standing in line to buy lunch when it happened. I started
having crazy thoughts about my 10th Grade semi-formal which took
place all the way back in 1989. For the life of me, I could not
figure out what in the world was causing these powerful memories to
explode to the… Read More »
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Alriiight!!! Time for a new chapter!!!! The title is Credited to my sister!! She is Furaha in my previous tale. So, Furaha gave me the idea for the title and she is wanting to be famous, LOL! Thank you Furaha!!!! *Gives sister chocolate* New…
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I was born Sandra Duboise in Memphis Tennessee, the ninth child of James Leonard Duboise and Jeffie Lou McFerrin Duboise. We lived in the country outside Oceola, Arkansas in a two-room house heated by a pot bellied stove. Kids slept on pallets on the floor: quilts, blankets and father pillows that… Read More »
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