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It’s the Odd-Ball Things

odd-ballBoth mom and dad did so many amazing things for me over the years, but the ones that really stand out were the ones that dad did.  We used to tease mom that it was because I didn’t have any happy childhood memories of her, but in actuality, it was because the things that dad did were the odd-ball things. Continue reading

My Dad – My Rock

dadMy dad was my rock.  To say I always saw eye to eye with my dad, especially in my teenage days, was an overstatement!  We often would butt heads as I was a rather rebellious teenager and didn’t like his rules and restrictions, but I always found him to be the very foundation of my life.   Continue reading

A Struggle for Dad’s Approval

dad's approvalI am a pig-tailed, 4-year-old girl, demurely leaning against my dad’s extended knee. He is half kneeling in some wild daisies beside tall sheltering pines. He is grinning with pride at the camera, my right hand is thoughtfully touching his chin. My adoring eyes are on his face as I take the first bite out of a perfect red apple. It is a 1969 photo of peace and approval. It is the goal I seem to be always reaching for. Continue reading

Memorable Firsts with a Memorable Guy

firstsWhen I was young, I was very intimidated by guys. My siblings were all female and I seldom saw my one male cousin. When I was in seventh grade, I began going to dances at the Junior High School. My girlfriends all had guy crushes and they were always reciprocated. Continue reading

Untangling From Toxic Friends

relationshipsAll relationships are challenging.

When kids are very little it seems that having and making friends just go with the flow.  As you get older things get a bit more complicated.  Continue reading

Sister…I’m Going West!

It was a beautiful spring afternoon in 1975. My 5-year-old sister, Michelle, and I trekked across the freshly plowed field towards the rock hill on the edge of our grandparent’s acreage. A warm wind was blowing and we stood together on the top of the hill. Without much thought, I began walking down the “backside”. For some reason, Michelle asked me where I was going.

“West”, I answered. “I’m going west!” I repeated. Continue reading

My Feisty Grandma

Grandma Doris is one of the major reasons that I wanted to start Sidetracked Legacies. She was fun and feisty. But she’s been gone since June 2007 and it’s only now that I realize just how little I actually knew about her. Continue reading

First Kisses

My first kiss was in elementary school. We were playing boys chase girls at recess. When caught, the boy would kiss his catch. Sean chased me down the grassy hill. The girls around me laughed and screamed. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt. I pulled my long hair over my face as my foot slipped and I landed on the ground. His face touched the hair covering my forehead. Continue reading

First Kiss

kissWhen I was young and Dad would come home from his hard struggles of the day, Mom would always greet him with a special kiss and a warm hug.  Dad would often express his insecurities like “If I have another day like this, I’ll have to sell pencils and shoelaces on a street corner”. Mom would proceed to reassure him.  I watched this first kiss welcome night after night and I fantasized about the wonderful day when that first kiss would be mine with my special someone. Continue reading

Sweet First Kiss

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1st day of 1st & 6th grades

My very first kiss would have to be in 1st grade.  During recess, we would play tag with the girls catching the boys.  Once you caught the boy, you would have to kiss them.  Well – I decided to catch Eddy Wong 26 times in one recess because he was the slowest one in class. Continue reading