Tag: memories
member name: Corina Carrasco
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December 04, 2007 03:43 PM EST --
Years ago, when my now 17 year old was less than 3, she was pretty much a little angel. Susie didn’t go through the dreaded terrible twos, not at two, not ever. She was usually pretty . . .
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December 05, 2007 04:00 PM EST --
When my kids were little, we used to drive around looking at Christmas decorations. We lived in Glendale in southern California, near Pasadena. Before the kids were born, my husband and I would drive . . .
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November 06, 2006 04:20 AM EST --
Crystal walked in the brisk air, trying to forget the thoughts and memories rushing through her mind. Why now? She had put that part of her life away a long time ago. She had tried . . .
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December 29, 2007 04:35 AM EST --
Last week, I had occasion to go to my birth town, San Jose. It is about a two hour drive from where I live. I had to go get a copy of my birth certificate so I would have it because during the ongoing . . .
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July 20, 2007 04:23 AM EDT --
When I was a little girl, I Love Lucy reruns were shown in the mornings, at 9 AM. Once my brothers and sister left for school, my mom would settle in to do the morning chores, like cleaning up after . . .
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November 23, 2007 09:57 PM EST --
I tend to think that sometimes life gives us signs. If we listen to them, we might get a warning of some kind. If we don’t listen, then we miss the warning that Mother Nature, in her . . .
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December 23, 2007 02:21 AM EST --
When my kids were in elementary school, there was a dad that would put on the Santa suit each year and he'd be driven in on a fire truck during the middle of a fire drill when the entire student body . . .
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December 21, 2008 07:18 PM EST --
Two of my favorite Christmases were when I was pregnant.
Early during my first pregnancy, I was told that my baby was due on January 15. However, during my routine visit on December fourth, the doctor . . .
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November 15, 2007 03:17 PM EST --
[This is a re-post of an article I published a year ago today. I'm in the middle of NaNoWriMo and not feeling well so I will take the easy way out and just re-post.]
Fourteen years . . .
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March 22, 2008 02:18 AM EDT --
David always stuck up for me. Always. When I was in first grade, David was in fifth grade. One morning we were got to school an as we walked across the playground, a big kid yelled . . .
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November 24, 2006 04:01 PM EST --
[This is a poem I wrote many years ago, after my divorce. I wrote it in Spanish then translated it. So for those who do not understand the Spanish, there is a pretty decent translation of it . . .
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November 02, 2007 03:49 AM EDT --
Los dias de los muertos is a wonderful holiday and tradition. In Mexico, there is a connection between the living and the dead. Each is part of the other. Not surprisingly, Mexicans don’t fear . . .
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November 25, 2007 05:23 AM EST --
[This is another of those stories that shows us that Mother Nature has different plans for us and we have to listen to her. This happened in 2005 so be assured that I am okay and all has healed.] . . .
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June 17, 2007 06:35 PM EDT --
I sometimes feel bad about not being in touch with my father. He lives hundreds of miles from me. His phone number changes often and he never notifies me. Years go by with no contact, . . .
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November 23, 2006 02:28 PM EST --
From hope and tomorrow
from pain and from joy
that’s where I’m from
From backyard barbecues
watermelon bowls, juicy and sweet
that’s where I’m from
I am from the home I . . .
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January 01, 2007 02:04 AM EST --
As a child, I loved stories, oral and written. I loved books but didn’t have any. The only books I had seen before I started school were the ones my brothers brought home from . . .
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November 21, 2006 02:26 PM EST --
[This is one of several poems I wrote for a special person. I find myself needing to expunge them from my computer and if possible, from my mind. There is just too much pain in them. . . .
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November 22, 2008 05:20 PM EST --
When I was in high school, I went to every single football game from my freshman year through my senior year. I loved going. At first, I would ride the “rooter bus” because our school did not . . .
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September 27, 2006 06:54 PM EDT --
When I was growing up, my family didn't place value on books or reading or writing. For me, it was horrible because I loved them all. From as early as four or maybe before, I loved to play with letters . . .
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September 24, 2006 03:04 AM EDT --
I can smell rain. Right now. Not a cloud in the sky. No forecast of rain but I know it is there. I can smell the fresh, clean smell of the rain that is in the air. I hope . . .
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