tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post8473781382324475292..comments2024-03-28T14:22:37.153-07:00Comments on mole: HomeDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-33984936194179762552013-11-06T07:26:42.138-08:002013-11-06T07:26:42.138-08:00I also find that great precincts of my past are ab...I also find that great precincts of my past are absent. Also, certain things that happened repeatedly are one emblematic memory... I remember the most beautiful places I lived more clearly than the dull; I have the most gorgeous pictures in my head from Gramercy and Baton Rouge, though I was small.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-81292575911639364712013-11-04T20:01:18.081-08:002013-11-04T20:01:18.081-08:00Thanks so much, Kristen. So happy that we ended up...Thanks so much, Kristen. So happy that we ended up on the same block of the cyberhood! xoDalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-34082895486627517192013-11-04T18:23:44.223-08:002013-11-04T18:23:44.223-08:00I really needed this tonight. Thanks for being a p...I really needed this tonight. Thanks for being a pal along the road. Your writing lifts me up because it is filled with pain and honesty. I know I've found a friend when I click on "Mole" : ) Kristen Burkholderhttp://www.kristenburkholder.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-28279308080420848492013-10-31T23:56:52.123-07:002013-10-31T23:56:52.123-07:00Remarkable. I think I want to know more about your...Remarkable. I think I want to know more about your parents, now.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-3229973162381450232013-10-31T12:44:39.457-07:002013-10-31T12:44:39.457-07:00Thanks, got it!Thanks, got it!Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-44839453969864886212013-10-31T12:39:39.999-07:002013-10-31T12:39:39.999-07:00The blog "Hotel Mama" also moved, you...The blog "Hotel Mama" also moved, you'll find it there now, Dale:<br /><br />http://hotelmama.itarboretumhttp://arboretum.blogger.denoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-45881074517916963972013-10-30T12:35:16.615-07:002013-10-30T12:35:16.615-07:00(o)(o)rbarenblathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10882606147795083729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-55408181375464988892013-10-30T12:27:36.169-07:002013-10-30T12:27:36.169-07:00Oh, you're right! Fixed.Oh, you're right! Fixed.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-91596394418080691402013-10-30T12:23:50.615-07:002013-10-30T12:23:50.615-07:00Thank you for this post. Good questions.
Althou...Thank you for this post. Good questions. <br /><br />Although I remember being 2 years old, I didn't feel fully alive and substantial until I was 17 and fell into a love that has survived death. <br /><br />My home is a tiny condominium. I've been sharing a big "house" with 25+ other people since 1984. There are three 3-story buildings with 25 units each on a large piece of land that looks out to the foothills of the North Cascades. <br /><br />When I moved here, I didn't intend to stay more than a year. It's taken me a long long time to feel "at home" in this place. It was supposed to be a transitional place on my way back to Northern California. Now it is a place I love dearly. The man I love died. He is part of this place now.<br /><br />I could be wrong, but I don't think you have my new blog address:<br /><br />http://talking37thdream.blogspot.com<br /><br />My old blog address is on your "Blogs I Read"<br />amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-79828506086896740602013-10-30T11:20:59.000-07:002013-10-30T11:20:59.000-07:00Might as well jump.
I almost wish I could forget...Might as well jump. <br /><br />I almost wish I could forget. But my childhood so baffled me, I held every memory as a puzzle piece that would eventually answer my innumerable questions. I'm now in the process of cutting up all the pieces to make an image that makes some sense. Recycling, reclaiming, repurposing. Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-43792721348019078362013-10-30T10:45:24.946-07:002013-10-30T10:45:24.946-07:00I should note, too, that this supposed advent of m...I should note, too, that this supposed advent of memory coincides precisely with beginning to keep a regular journal :-)Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-37769879920340529252013-10-30T10:42:16.696-07:002013-10-30T10:42:16.696-07:00Yes, that may well, be: it may be a fortuitous ass...Yes, that may well, be: it may be a fortuitous association. Some of us may just organize our memories differently, so that we don't pull them up as vignettes. A different filing system.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-90104891970377055152013-10-30T10:37:44.746-07:002013-10-30T10:37:44.746-07:00I have very few childhood memories. But I lived in...I have very few childhood memories. But I lived in a weird old house in an interesting neighborhood.<br /><br />I think some of us just forget. I forget almost everything to this day.NThttp://www.somebeaut.com/noreply@blogger.com