Jan 26
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We’re creating stories with every meal we eat together, with every crazy family dance time, with every time we patiently wait for an unsuspecting family member to exit the washroom so we can yell “Boo!”
– Jan Moyer
Remember that time?
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Jan 1
IN WHICH I SQUEEZE 10 YEARS INTO 52 DAYS
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When I say I grew up in the 80’s, I really mean it.
I turned 10 a few months before the ball dropped on the end of ’79, and I had just passed 20 when 1989 closed out in the same fashion. Only, then I was old enough to stay up and watch it happen.
Memories from my first decade of life are patchy at best: snapshots and bits of mental film that I string together as best I can. Honestly, I don’t have really strong memories until I was 12 or 13.
So when I think about “growing up”, I think of the 80’s, the decade when I was starting to be who I am.
Ok, well maybe that was happening already, and I just didn’t know it yet. But that period between 10 and 20 was pretty amazing, a mixture of understanding and confusion, a constant battle between feeling grown up already and realizing I had a hell of a long way to go.
Ah, youth! I treasure those days.
But I wouldn’t have them to do over for anything!! 😉
What I am happy to do is take this year of Wednesdays to look back at the 80’s. The fabulous, may they never be forgotten (so we can’t make those fashion mistakes twice) 1980’s!
So pull on your Air Jordan’s and hold on to your shoulder pads, cause we’re going back in time! (Get it? Like Back to the Future? It’s an 80’s reference, ya’ll! I am so good at this.)
Here’s me in the 80’s:
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Do you have a favorite decade?
What do you remember most about the 1980’s?
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This is marriage. It is standing on the edge of the abyss and saying, I choose to stay.
– Carrie Cariello
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Nov 24
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It doesn’t matter how much people hurt you, how much pain they inflict, how many scars they leave, how many hearts they break. You could hate almost everyone, you could despise a few, they could deserve it, they probably do. But beyond all that, a simple gesture can remind us that human connection remains the most important thing to our existence. No matter how comfortable we are with ourselves, how happy we may be alone, we all crave someone to share that connection with. We all live for each other whether we like it or not. We are only human.
– Violet
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I'm a writer and photographer, sometime poet and philosopher, who is figuring out who she was meant to be.
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