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I talked a little bit about how I’m trying to actively support other indie authors in a recent post, The Tapering. Well, it seems synchronicity, or the universe, or whatever higher power dictates these

If you read my last post you know I’ve been in Washington D.C. visiting my friend Juan and his wife Margo over the past four days. Juan and I kept a longstanding tradition of going on one weekend trip

So many changes, and tearing myself away from the familiar! I took my first big move in my stride, and did not rush anything. I am a silver gal after all, so I have enough time on my hands to do the things

I was never the broody type. Yes, babies were cute, but I never oohed and aahed as most girls in my school did! I often wondered if there was something wrong with me; why did I not want to pick up, kiss,

I've been unearthing some gems while minimizing big time for my planned move to a much smaller home down the coast. I've had to be hard on myself when deciding what to throw out, and what to keep - some

This is the last chapter of the first season of this initiative that @ericvancewalton called Memoir Monday. I apologize for the audacity to be suggesting that there will be a second season, but it is what

Greetings my dear Hiveans... Summer days were rarely spent in my state. It was quite terrific to beat the heat. So we pack off for a two month Summer vacation to my native village, which I still believe

(ENGLISH) Hi Memoirmonday and Threespeak Community. Memoirmonday topic is [ Memoir Monday #52 FINAL PROMPT (3/3-3/9) - Describe a Typical Summer Day When You Were Ten Years Old ] I hope all of you are

PxHere/ Image edited with ToomMe and Canva/ Imagen editada con ToomMe y Canva To remember is to live, or so I read somewhere and I think this expression is accurate. Remembering moments of our past, whether

The pandemic for sure brought about many changes and certainly changed the way I now regard the people in 'high places', and sorry to say, not in a positive way! I, however, do miss some of the old ways

Image from my personal gallery The small accompaniments I've been up all night: that always happens when my parents tell me we're going for a walk or a trip. I don't sleep, looking forward to the trip,

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For our last and final prompt, you'll leave future readers of your online memoir with a snapshot of a world long past—offering them not only a fresh perspective but also an opportunity to reflect on their

(ENGLISH) Hi Memoirmonday and Threespeak Community. Memoirmonday topic is [ Memoir Monday #51 (2/23-3/2) - Write about a moment in your life when you stood at the edge of a choice—two paths diverging,

Image from my personal gallery The decision When I graduated from university I was very hungry, but not hungry for food: what I wanted to eat was the world. I was hungry for knowledge, to live what I had

The world has changed, and not for the better. Or has it?

The wheels have been set in motion.

Perhaps it was a goodbye you didn’t want to say, a risk you weren’t sure you could take, or a quiet sacrifice no one else noticed. Describe the weight of that moment: the sounds that filled the air, the

Hi Memoirmonday Community. Memoirmonday topic is [ Memoir Monday #50 (2/17-2/23) - What Sign(s) from the Universe Did You Totally Ignore at First? How did you finally “get the message”? ] Hola, comunidad

Image from my personal gallery ¡When the universe speaks to you and you are deaf! I always say that “There is no one worse blind than he who does not want to see”, and sometimes all the traffic lights