Childhood · family · Nostalgia · Parenting · Stories

Happy to Be Home

nathan-fertig-271363-unsplashIt’s a typical Monday, and I’m standing in my apartment elevator, scrolling through a handful of late afternoon work emails on my phone as a small brown and white Dachshund stares up at me. The other end of the pup’s limp leash finds another disconnected human staring into his own glowing screen. So here the three of us are, riding up four levels in an uncomfortable silence.

As I wait for the cold, fingerprint-smudged silver door to slide open and deliver me to an echoey hallway leading to my apartment, the quiet surrounding us provides the perfect backdrop for my mind to wander.

This wasn’t how I pictured all of this working out. I once had visions of an idyllic home, with overstuffed couches and a handful of kids underfoot. A bright, happy home with a stainless kitchen sink shining proudly beneath a window that overlooked a sprawling backyard. A comfortable, well-loved home with character to spare and plenty of space to hold the million memories my family surely would make within its walls.

In those dreams, an awkward elevator ride was not part of the plan.

Please click here to read the rest of this essay for Kindred Mom’s Around the Table series. I’m honored to be a Writer-in-Residence on the Kindred Mom team this fall!


coreyCorey is a writer, graphic designer, and mom to her amazing daughter, Zoey. Here at The Nostalgia Diaries, her goal is to simplify, enhance, and engage people’s lives by helping them focus on the most important things: remembering, appreciating, believing, and becoming. It’s all about celebrating the past to create better days today.


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Childhood · family · Holiday · Nostalgia · Stories

Week 47: Finding Holidays in the Everyday | Everyday Nostalgia

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It is Thanksgiving, and I’m sitting in my living room, watching the afternoon light as it starts to fade away from the day.

My apartment is dark and quiet. In my kitchen, there is no turkey waiting to be carved. In the oven, stuffing, sweet potatoes, and green bean casserole are nowhere to be found. There are no rolls, mashed potatoes, or canned cranberries set out in serving bowls. The seats at my kitchen table are empty, leaving the surrounding space devoid of the low din of happy conversation that normally comes with the holidays. There is nothing happening here that even remotely resembles the nostalgic way Thanksgiving always used to feel to me as I was growing up: rich, full, and abundant.

The only thing here is me, curled up underneath a blanket in the corner of my couch, drinking a cup of tea, staring up at the twinkling lights of my Christmas tree, thinking about how it’s Thanksgiving afternoon, I’m alone, and there is no pie.

It is a combination that has the potential to end poorly.

Very poorly.

But as I look up at those tiny, white lights, my thoughts thankfully drift to something else.

Continue reading “Week 47: Finding Holidays in the Everyday | Everyday Nostalgia”

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Week 45: I’m failing at dinner—but not as a parent | Everyday Nostalgia

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It’s 7:48 in the evening, and my daughter, Zoey, and I are almost finished with her bedtime routine.

Almost.

I close the chapter book we are currently reading, set it on her nightstand, and turn off her lamp.

Darkness fills the room, and I feel the bed shift beneath us as Zoey finds her way over to me. She lifts my arm and settles into the spot on my chest she has come to claim as her own.

“Know what time it is?” I ask.

“One of the best parts of my day,” Zoey replies. “I’ll go first.” Continue reading “Week 45: I’m failing at dinner—but not as a parent | Everyday Nostalgia”

Childhood · family · Nostalgia

Just a Little Note: A trip and a takeover and other fun stuff, oh my!

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Can you believe it’s already August?! Where on earth does the time go?

We’ve had a great summer filled with fun things like Zoey’s 6th birthday and her week-long art camp, visits from my parents, swinging at the park, lounging by the pool, being lazy during the dreary, rainy days, making homemade ice cream, and, as always, being our happy, silly selves. 

But the one thing we haven’t done is the one thing that most people do during the summer—take a vacation! So we’re going to do just that, and believe me, it is much, much needed!
Continue reading “Just a Little Note: A trip and a takeover and other fun stuff, oh my!”

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Corey’s Writing Featured on Red Tricycle

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Corey’s storytelling got some great additional exposure this past week when her post I’m Making Memories with My Daughter…and Leaving a Legacy was featured in the Spoke Contributor Network on the wide-reaching, parent-centric website, Red Tricycle.

If you take a look around Red Tricycle’s site, you’ll see it aligns pretty darn well with The Nostalgia Diaries’ objective of celebrating the past to create better days today.  Indeed, the Red Tricycle about page starts this way:

We believe the best memories are created when families do fun things together and we believe every day is an opportunity to create new stories.

We agree in creating positive memories for ourselves and our kids, and we are pleased as Punch that Corey’s writing on the benefits of using nostalgia to create life’s stories is reaching a wider audience. This story, first posted on The Nostalgia Diaries last December, is a favorite of many readers.  Red Tricycle reader Jen commented: “What a beautiful post! As usual, your stories move my heart!” We hope you agree!

If you like what you read, please share it with others you think would also enjoy it.  Happy Wednesday, friends!


I’m Making Memories with My Daughter
…and Leaving a Legacy

“Zoey!” I call out, the impatience apparent in my voice. I glance at my watch as I place my daughter’s lunchbox in her backpack.

7:32 a.m. Five minutes until we need to leave.

She’s supposed to be brushing her teeth, but instead of running water and toothbrush scrubbing, the only sound I hear coming from the bathroom is her sweet chattering. Zoey’s been talking to herself since she first learned to speak; how comforting it must be, I think, to always have someone to talk to, who you can always count on to listen. If it was the weekend, I would have just smiled to myself and let her carry on her conversation, but alas, it’s a school day.

The first bell will ring in 13 minutes.

Read the rest of the story on the Red Tricycle Spoke Contributor Network.

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Photo Credit: Jon Flobrant

 

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