Tag Archives: Personal Story

Being Me

For the longest time, I really didn’t like myself. I knew, intrinsically, that somehow I was not the child that my parents wanted. That’s a hard cross to bear. I was not pretty. I was not talented in any way. … Continue reading

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Fascination with Trees

I can’t recall a time when I was not drawn to trees. They amaze me. Day after day they change. Imagine something that grows taller and wider at such incrementally slow pace that it is invisible to the eye. They … Continue reading

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Dreams

I wish that I could say that my mother had loved me.  If she had, I’d tell you about the times she held me in her lap and hugged, so tight, all while crooning soothing words.  I would share the … Continue reading

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Making Do

When I was a kid, I was aware of the fact that money seemed to be a constant concern of my dad’s. He kept a budget that went out several weeks into the future that accounted for every payment, every … Continue reading

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An Embarrassing Moment

In high school I studied Latin and then switched to Spanish when we moved to California. It was an easy change, probably due to the similarities in phonics. When I enrolled at a community college, I again took Spanish. I … Continue reading

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My Place in History

Today I visited a historical museum with my family. It was an interesting experience. in almost every room I found something from my past. For example, in the school room was a reader that I had used and desks with … Continue reading

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My Wishes, Over Time

When I was a child, my dreams were three-fold: happiness, safety, and love. I don’t remember the specifics as it’s been far too many years, but I felt as if I lacked all three. Early pictures of me show a … Continue reading

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