memories – Page 4 – Sam's Online Journal

May 28, 2016May 28, 2016

A Horse and His Drum

It was all supposed to be so simple, really. I just wanted to recreate a photo, and in the recreation of the photo to somehow also bring back a semblance of my youth. Real simple. I had it all set up, too. I knew where the photo had been taken. Check. I knew how to … Continue reading A Horse and His Drum

May 22, 2016

300 Writing Prompts: #135

“Write about your first home: your childhood home or your first apartment or house of your own.” Wow, nearly 40 years on this earth and still, when I think of home, my mind goes back to 5711 Broomall Street in South Philadelphia. It’s the place of probably my biggest progress because it’s where I learned … Continue reading 300 Writing Prompts: #135

March 20, 2016

From Philadelphia, With Love

“Where are you from?” she asked me, and I didn’t know what to say, so I paused. I mean, I’m originally from Philadelphia, but I haven’t lived here since the ’90s. I live in upstate New York now, but I don’t know if I’ve ever considered it a pad from which to launch my life. … Continue reading From Philadelphia, With Love

March 11, 2016March 11, 2016

Careworn

My sneakers are in the basement, sharing space with the hot water heater, the washing machine, and a pair of litter boxes that may or not smell at the moment, depending on what type of litter was put in them the last time they were changed. So why are my sneakers down there with such … Continue reading Careworn

March 1, 2016March 1, 2016

In the Shadows

“Happiness lies in your own hand. It took me much too long to understand how it could be… until you shared your secret with me.” ~Madonna A secret is a complicated thing. We spend so much of our time guarding others from things that might hurt them that we don’t even realize we’re keeping secrets … Continue reading In the Shadows

December 31, 2015December 31, 2015

So This Was the Old Year

There was absolutely nothing wrong with 2015, at least from my perspective. The year opened with so much hope and promise, like so many years before it. I went back to therapy because it was necessary, not because I felt lost in an abyss. My children entered the year halfway through the lower grade and … Continue reading So This Was the Old Year