Sunday Scribblings: Fuzzy


On Sundays, I participate in Sunday Scribblings, a weekly writing prompt challenge. There are no rules within the challenge, however I am imposing the same rules that I follow for Five Minute Friday: Write for five minutes (or so). No editing, revising, or over thinking. Just write.

Today’s Topic: Fuzzy

It makes me sad that my memory has become so fuzzy over the past few years. People keep telling me that it’s just the way age is but I’m really not convinced. My best friend from childhood, Liberty, has an amazing memory. While my memory has not failed me on the big events in life, her memory can summon even the smaller moments. Maybe that’s why God has brought her back into my life; to trigger those happy days again and not dwell on the loss of my own memory.

I talked to my mom yesterday, and she had been to a party with one of my dad’s brothers, who has early stage of Alzheimer’s Disease. He’s maybe 10ish years older than my dad. My dad also has an older sister and another older brother whose memories have started failing pretty badly. It hit me last night that this could not only be my father’s near future but also my own, as Alzheimer’s and dementia are strongly related to genetics.

So if my memory is already so fuzzy at 36, what will it be like when I’m 66 like my father? Will it hit me sooner? Is there anything that I can do now to help keep it from happening?

This is why I write. This is why I blog. This is why I need to get back into the habit of writing on a regular basis again. Winter is gone, so hopefully my Seasonal Affective Disorder will soon take a vacation, as well.

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Sunday Scribblings: Flood


On Sundays, I participate in Sunday Scribblings, a weekly writing prompt challenge. There are no rules within the challenge, however I am imposing the same rules that I follow for Five Minute Friday: Write for five minutes (or so). No editing, revising, or over thinking. Just write.

Today’s Topic: Flood

I have called Nashville home my entire life and have lived in or around Nashville all that time, with the exception of my 4 years spent in West Tennessee for college. I’m proud to be from Nashville and call it home, but a couple of years ago those feelings of pride increased ten fold.

Nashville experienced a huge flood in May 2010. I’ve heard it called a Hundred Year Flood and also a Five Hundred Year Flood. Whatever you call it, it’s one of those natural disasters that don’t occur often. Everyone in Middle Tennessee was affected in one way or another by the flood, whether it was your home or workplace flooded or even if it was just the roads that you take to get around were flooded and closed. I am thankful that no one really close to me had problems with their home being destroyed by the rising waters, but I am rare.

What makes me proud to be from Nashville now is how everyone in Nashville came together to help others out. We helped people we didn’t know and went well out of our way to make sure everyone was taken care of and received the help they need. The flood occurred around the same time as the huge oil spill in the Gulf, so the oil spill got more new coverage than the flood, but we were okay with that. We took care of our own.

The phrase, “We Are Nashville,” was born of the disaster that touched our lives in May 2010, and it speaks volumes of being a Nashvillian.

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During the month of November, I am participating in the National Blog Posting Month, also known as NaBloPoMo, hosted by BlogHer. Most likely I am following these suggested prompts, but I might just get crazy and change things up every once in a while. I‘m one wild and crazy gal! 

NaBloPoMo November 2012