Tag: Memory

  • Memories of past lives

    I’ve been wandering around Palo Alto the past few days, seeking out my old haunts. And, seeking out my former residences. I had tallied 27 unique addresses that I had lived in for a minimum of 3 months, by the time I left home for college at the age of 17.

  • NaBloPoMo – yes, really!

    Oh, what have I done! My dear friend, who blogs at For Fathers Only, did the NaBloPoMo challenge last year, and I remember reading his posts and thinking “I’ll never get myself committed to that!” But, then, an email came through my inbox today, inviting/challenging me to go for it, and, almost without thinking (although…

  • My words…30 years later

    4-year old J was up and about this past Sunday morning, and we, his parents, were dozing and trying to catch just a few more minutes of sleep. J pulled an envelope out of the drawer in my nightstand and handed it to me, asking “What’s this?” I had no idea, and I opened my…