tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post1422337148156483576..comments2023-10-02T01:44:41.795-07:00Comments on grown ups are like that....: windowsChristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04662448292809451387noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-68859213666454807392009-09-13T06:58:33.436-07:002009-09-13T06:58:33.436-07:00Oh, I loved this, Chrisitine! I wanted to peer eve...Oh, I loved this, Chrisitine! I wanted to peer even further into each window, for the whole story to come into focus. These might be the first few chapters of your book of essays...Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14022976523785423847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-33286931940083684472009-09-13T00:24:54.522-07:002009-09-13T00:24:54.522-07:00what a beautiful soul you havewhat a beautiful soul you haveflutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828689769747130419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-88499151197286203972009-09-11T06:13:05.109-07:002009-09-11T06:13:05.109-07:00Nope. I tried my Verizon email and my Gmail, and ...Nope. I tried my Verizon email and my Gmail, and it keeps getting rejected by your server. <br /><br />Oh well . . .<br /><br />Just wanted to thank you again for visiting The Cheek. You are NOT a dork. A nerd, maybe. But not a dork . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-15786195674172033962009-09-11T06:07:42.384-07:002009-09-11T06:07:42.384-07:00Hey there,
I have been trying to get in touch wi...Hey there, <br /><br />I have been trying to get in touch with you via email, but I keep getting rejected. Story of my life . . . <br /><br />Maybe I'll try sending it with another address . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-25771199384153683502009-09-08T09:36:22.405-07:002009-09-08T09:36:22.405-07:00Memories. I've got a billion of 'em . . ....Memories. I've got a billion of 'em . . . <br /><br />The way my son looked at me when I lost my cool and said some things I can never take back. The hurt was a physical thing, a beast between us that, despite years and good times, may never be slain. <br /><br />And good ones, too.<br /><br />Just wanted to swing by and thank you for your kind words at Flutter's. And to thank you for this post. I'll be around . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-60232423448978581832009-09-04T19:35:29.133-07:002009-09-04T19:35:29.133-07:00Wow! Such vivid, beautiful memories! I loved the...Wow! Such vivid, beautiful memories! I loved the one in the mall, I've watched Robyn wear that hat. Here are two that sprang to mind;<br /><br />Just tonight, I stood by the crib, after laying a sleepy Syvlie down. Her lids were heavy and her smile was big and lazy and she wiggled into a comfortable spot saying, "Night, Night" over and over. It physically hurt to leave her room, feeling like I would have to hand her the keys to the car in the morning.<br /><br />I am sitting in a magical place. I am probably in third grade, and there is a friend scrunched in beside me. We have a secret, we still play with Barbies. Mom drapes the table with the fancy lace tablecloth and we crawl under. Each chair seat is a different room in the Barbie house, and endless adventures happened under there. I miss the thrill of anticipation, gathering up those shoes and outfits and waiting for my friend to get there.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16995022119999632001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-1159789226772818382009-09-02T05:07:19.510-07:002009-09-02T05:07:19.510-07:00the more of these I read, the harder it seems to b...the more of these I read, the harder it seems to be to come up with mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-12560719728971813392009-08-31T21:02:49.232-07:002009-08-31T21:02:49.232-07:00beautiful.beautiful.painted maypolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06446625015003854710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-30657341531062772602009-08-31T06:31:34.181-07:002009-08-31T06:31:34.181-07:00Wow, Christine. Your words give the ordinary a bea...Wow, Christine. Your words give the ordinary a beautiful touch!Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13015327828040336088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-87779711348722408292009-08-30T21:56:50.526-07:002009-08-30T21:56:50.526-07:00Just simply beautiful!
There are not too many w...Just simply beautiful! <br /><br />There are not too many window to my past worth remembering. But one I hold dear is a rainy day sitting in the living room of your house in New York. The rain was coming down and the kids had toys scattered everywhere. We sat on the floor playing with the little ones, TJ was on the couch asking a million questions about me when I was teenager. A sense of overwhelming happiness and joy filled me as the conversation flowed and laughter filled the room. It was as if that pocket of time was designed just for us.Jennifer Hooper-Barnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05427819946053450677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-79153386561567660332009-08-30T20:16:08.567-07:002009-08-30T20:16:08.567-07:00the window into my memory:
It was a warm July nig...the window into my memory:<br /><br />It was a warm July night. My parents did not want to take me to the fireworks shows so I stood in the darkness of the backyard straining to see a firework somewhere in the night sky. Late that night I gave up and went to bed. What seemed like moments later my mom came into my room and told me I had to get up. I was so confused - I knew it was the middle of the night - why on earth would my mom be waking me at that time? I came down the stairs, still half asleep. And the next thing I remember hearing is my dads voice in the other room. He was crying. And I will never forget the words I heard him say, "I just want someone to miss my mom."Jamie Lucerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00202794552640756930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-28447141409100021902009-08-30T19:14:53.793-07:002009-08-30T19:14:53.793-07:00these are lovely, christine. really lovely and mo...these are lovely, christine. really lovely and moving.Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05602868040771218507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-55835425476226748352009-08-30T18:00:51.432-07:002009-08-30T18:00:51.432-07:00This is beautiful writing, Christine. I had to go ...This is beautiful writing, Christine. I had to go back and read each window again, more slowly the second time to really savor your words. <br /><br />I would write a window of my own, but honestly, I am too caught up in the vivid snapshots of your memories to think of my own right now. That's powerful stuff!CraffingOutLoudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05814267035471912672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-68655389324980766752009-08-30T17:34:21.441-07:002009-08-30T17:34:21.441-07:00I loved these.
I have too many memories, and am f...I loved these.<br /><br />I have too many memories, and am feeling too emotional to tap into any of them at this moment. But I will, I promise.Aliki2006https://www.blogger.com/profile/15763865834765963343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618850780950493616.post-74588598911824676602009-08-30T16:48:46.192-07:002009-08-30T16:48:46.192-07:00love these windows. I love that each window is suc...love these windows. I love that each window is such a small speck of time and just a little piece of you, but it says so much.<br /><br />I commented one of my own on Slouchy's post. But, I think it is one I will be expanding into its own post soon.InTheFastLanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09691830067979224059noreply@blogger.com