6 Word Memoir Ideas

Feeling All My Emotions Since 1985.

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All Is Well That Ends Well.

The beginning of love…

Sonder

Sonder – n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own – populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness – an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

Winter

“Winter is the time for comfort,

for good food and warmth,

for the touch of a friendly hand

and for a talk beside the fire:

it is the time for home.”

~Edith Sitwell

Silver Vs. Gold

New Friends Vs. Old Friends

I was telling my favorite 30 year-old man yesterday that I feel myself at a place in my life that I only crave to be with people who already love me. At this point, I said, I just feel even less interested in making new friends.  Perhaps this is me getting older.  I just want to be with people who I know will love me no matter what.

On another note, lately I have been sick.  That same 30-year-old man I mentioned above, has a habit of affectionately calling me a sick-denyer.  By that he means when I’m sick I won’t admit it, i.e. I deny that I’m sick.  Yesterday we were in his living room with his two dogs, Ramona and Karen, talking about my sick-denying.  I said to him, “I just don’t want to be a wuss.”

He looked at Ramona and Karen, laying there asleep, and quipped, “Girls, do you care if Eva’s a wuss?”  He then turned to me and shared the verdict, “Eva, none of us care if you’re a wuss.”

I thought that was super.

How Did I Know?

I gave a little boy a Christmas present today of a pair of camouflage gloves.  He LOVES camouflage, so he put them on right away.  When he realized they fit him perfectly, he was totally amazed.  Immediately he began inspecting the package and when he saw they were a youth size, he looked at me dumbfounded and said, “HOW DID YOU KNOW I WEAR A YOUTH SIZE??”

Believing in Santa

In my elementary school today, the kids were watching The Polar Express while they had an ice cream party for getting their multiplication tables.  During the course of this party, there was a lot of talk about Santa Claus, including honest-to-goodness elementary-style POLLS of believers to non-believers.

Later on, one of my favorite kids (who has Asberger’s, or so it is called for the time being) is sitting there munching on his ice cream and says to me…

Boy:  ”Miss Eva, do you believe in Santa Claus?”

Me:  ”Yes!  Of course!”

Boy:  ”Me too.  I think [Bobby] does too…”

He paused for a moment, looking at his ice cream, and then said with conviction…

“Me, you, and Bobby… we just never stop believing.”