gifts of memory

I am an old woman with a trunk filled with dolls. I thought I would save them for a daughter, but gave birth to four sons. Then I thought I'd save them for a granddaughter. But when the hub bub of family arrives, this trunk, stuffed in the attic, is not remembered. What is remembered, …

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the memory keeper… war and shaving edition

    A couple years ago I bought four plastic totes and labeled one for each son.  As I unpacked boxes from the past, I dropped whatever belonged to a boy in his own box.  They overflowed pretty fast.  Realizing it was silly to keep elementary school papers for a guy in his mid-40s, I …

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