by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 17, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time |
Yesterday afternoon it occurred to me I hadn’t mentioned my friends–spending the night out, the spend-the-night parties, the trips together. I find that odd. I always had a best friend. I still keep up with my best friend from high school, from college,...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 16, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, obsession |
I’m OBSESSED with connecting the dots from then until now, OBSESSED with understanding that I’ve been on this earth for almost 60 years, OBSESSED with remembering how I spent the 21,871 days between the day I was born and today, OBSESSED with this quote...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 15, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time |
I double-checked my numbers this am and of course I was off. So I added 1971 to yesterday’s post. Am fighting the urge to go back and make each of the preceding years a separate post like this one… At least for the moment, onward. 1972: Ninth grade turns...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 14, 2017 | 60 to 60, accumulation, continuous life, life, memory, time |
As you might imagine, I did not intend to write a post called 46 to 60. It was supposed to be 50 to 60. But the days fly by. And it occurs to me, as I pause to consider this approaching birthday by writing something about it, that in singling out these 60 days prior...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 7, 2016 | 1 true thing, memoir, memory |
During the past year, whenever I would say to Cal that I had no idea what to write about, he would always say, “You can write about how wonderful I am.” Which of course isn’t a true thing about me. Nor is it a true thing about him. Okay, okay. Truth....
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 25, 2015 | 1 true thing, memory |
On November 22, 1963, I was 6 years old. I would have said I was in kindergarten, but it was first grade. When the phone rang, I answered it in the small sitting room off the kitchen. I wasn’t much taller than the phone stand. After my great-aunt gave me the...
