- that was Mandee’s memoir prompt from a couple weeks back and I finally decided on getting around to a response. My ‘red-faced’ moment comes about due to a certain amount of ignorance on my part; ignorance that eroded me from 6’3″ to just about two inches tall. Enjoy!
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In this response to the prompt for memoir submitted by guest poster, Sunny, I tell a story of an angel’s reward… My mom had given up her seven long years of fighting against cancer. She was done with treating it and had made peace with her God. She decided to spend the rest of...
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Standing behind the register, smile duly painted on my mouth, greeting and making small talk with the customers — that’s my job. This couple is buying a pair of Merrells, a six pack of athletic socks and a dozen golf balls. I remember what it was like to be able to buy something I...
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Life is all about being part of the stream, not standing in it, at least that is the definition I found while at Atlantic Beach one year. Here is my response to the memoir prompt, … How we react during the aftermath of a bad decision will help define who we are. I found...
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It’s the same feeling I used to get; staring down the main drag of town. The buildings are still standing at attention on either side of the street, their windows decked out invitingly to passersby in attempt to persuade you to patronize their establishment. The aromas from the eateries dancing on the wind, enticing...
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This memoir response for, , takes me for a long drive to the coastal region of North Carolina. Come on along and enjoy the spectacular spot I would love to call home- Atlantic Beach… I can get there in about 14 hours by car and I wouldn’t want to travel any other way to...
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Seems like I am reborn every year, although the process is exhausting, it is worth every frozen knuckle. This is my response to the memoir prompt, … Yes. In the garden, growth has it seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer...
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I may look like one, but I am not as you can see in my reposne to the memoir prompt,… There are times I am sitting on my porch that I hear motorcycles as they travel along some of the country roads just beyond my grasp. Some of these bikes are on the verge...
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This, my response to the memoir prompt Love, is not about a person I have met, but one that is very real in my heart… There is a woman I love; a woman I haven’t properly met, but know all too well. This creature of my lofty desires and anchored needs walks ere in...
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