Tag: memory

The odd breakfast club

  It was her very first memory. Or so she told herself and everybody else who cared to hear about her memories. It was not the best conversation starter or enabler at a party. However, she fared better with the story at small, intimate dinner parties.   For at […]

What did I lose?

I know I lost something But I don’t recall what it was The pillow tried to remind me But its all a faint memory What did I lose? What have I lost?   What is there to lose? Mind sifting and drumming Reveling in unknown nostalgia Though lost, there […]