When I’m reading on a screen, I rarely get lost in words like I do when I’m reading a book……. EXCEPT when I read your words, Katrina. I read this piece yesterday and relished it. I came back and read it again today while I’m waiting at the vet. You took me back to my best childhood memories. I felt my grandma’s hand giving me money to buy candy at Hook’s. I smelled my big sister’s Brell shampoo. I remembered wanting to be Laverne. I remember the popcorn my dad would make my sister and me. I remember goodness all because you wrote words and you brought them to life. You do this better than any human being on this earth.
Do you think we might have crossed childhood paths at an Indiana Hook's without even knowing it? Wouldn't that have been something? You would have been buying candy, and I would have been buying my mom's Merit Ultra Lights. I love you, my friend. I'm so grateful that you never fail to lift me and my words. You are such a gift in so many ways. XOXO
Oh, my goodness, I cannot, simply cannot handle those adorable Go Go boots, at least that is what we called them on your sister and you. Lord, have Mercy, TOO cute or what?! Yes, the memories, the heart, mind and what the body brings forth as well. However they arrive in a Purple Haze or with The Bee Gees may they land just where they need to. Loved reading this, Katrina, it moved me and has me pondering now too. 💜💜💜
And your darling four all in stripes. Really appreciated reading how you have mothered them and I am sensing that for so many of now we are turning inward and bestowing that same kindness towards ourselves. Mothering from an ever expansive and widening view. As you have said before and I couldn’t agree more… it’s all about Love. That little Katrina is something behind her garb. Standing there so dutifully. Now, placing that energy towards YOU. Nothing better I do SO look forward to your posts. Thank you. 🫶🏼💜🫶🏼
Thank you, Joanie! That means the world to me. ❤️ And a funny story about my kids’ coordinating outfits. When my oldest, Sam, was 10, and I bought them all matching flannels for a holiday photo, he said, “Okay, Mom. This year is fine. But this is it. No more matching outfits. I’m too old for that now.” I’m so happy he indulged me for so long. 😂❤️
Such a superb example of how memory operates, Katrina, and how we can patch things together by what we imagine it might have been our must have been like. ❤️
This filled me with an familiar ache that I get when I try so hard to remember time with my mom.. sometimes the memories flood me and sometimes I feel like I'm making it up.. either way, it's inside me somehow and I'll access it again one day ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for this beautiful piece my friend ❤️❤️
I wish I could remember everything vividly, but so much of my childhood is hazy. I thought I'd have forever to gather memories with my mom and my sister, but now they're both gone. The love remains inside us, though. Hugs to you, my friend. XO
This is lovely, warm, generous. Thank you.
Thank you, Carol. Your comment is lovely, warm, and generous, too. XO
When I’m reading on a screen, I rarely get lost in words like I do when I’m reading a book……. EXCEPT when I read your words, Katrina. I read this piece yesterday and relished it. I came back and read it again today while I’m waiting at the vet. You took me back to my best childhood memories. I felt my grandma’s hand giving me money to buy candy at Hook’s. I smelled my big sister’s Brell shampoo. I remembered wanting to be Laverne. I remember the popcorn my dad would make my sister and me. I remember goodness all because you wrote words and you brought them to life. You do this better than any human being on this earth.
Do you think we might have crossed childhood paths at an Indiana Hook's without even knowing it? Wouldn't that have been something? You would have been buying candy, and I would have been buying my mom's Merit Ultra Lights. I love you, my friend. I'm so grateful that you never fail to lift me and my words. You are such a gift in so many ways. XOXO
This is so beautiful!
Thank you so much, Tracy. XO
Oh, my goodness, I cannot, simply cannot handle those adorable Go Go boots, at least that is what we called them on your sister and you. Lord, have Mercy, TOO cute or what?! Yes, the memories, the heart, mind and what the body brings forth as well. However they arrive in a Purple Haze or with The Bee Gees may they land just where they need to. Loved reading this, Katrina, it moved me and has me pondering now too. 💜💜💜
The Go Go boots AND the purse! Ha! I look so uncomfortable in my little getup. Thank you for loving my post, Joanie. XO
And your darling four all in stripes. Really appreciated reading how you have mothered them and I am sensing that for so many of now we are turning inward and bestowing that same kindness towards ourselves. Mothering from an ever expansive and widening view. As you have said before and I couldn’t agree more… it’s all about Love. That little Katrina is something behind her garb. Standing there so dutifully. Now, placing that energy towards YOU. Nothing better I do SO look forward to your posts. Thank you. 🫶🏼💜🫶🏼
Thank you, Joanie! That means the world to me. ❤️ And a funny story about my kids’ coordinating outfits. When my oldest, Sam, was 10, and I bought them all matching flannels for a holiday photo, he said, “Okay, Mom. This year is fine. But this is it. No more matching outfits. I’m too old for that now.” I’m so happy he indulged me for so long. 😂❤️
Indeed! Grateful for the indulgence❣️
Such a superb example of how memory operates, Katrina, and how we can patch things together by what we imagine it might have been our must have been like. ❤️
I'm so grateful to have a million cousins, too, to help me fill in the gaps. We have a collective family memory. XO
I love that term - "collective family memory!"
This filled me with an familiar ache that I get when I try so hard to remember time with my mom.. sometimes the memories flood me and sometimes I feel like I'm making it up.. either way, it's inside me somehow and I'll access it again one day ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for this beautiful piece my friend ❤️❤️
I wish I could remember everything vividly, but so much of my childhood is hazy. I thought I'd have forever to gather memories with my mom and my sister, but now they're both gone. The love remains inside us, though. Hugs to you, my friend. XO