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Week 27: By the Numbers | Everyday Nostalgia

By the Numbers | Everyday Nostalgia | The Nostalgia Diaries Blog

I step onto the scale for the third time in less than a minute. For some reason, I believe that if I do it more than once, the number staring up at me might change—and in the direction I want—but every time, it’s the same.

Every. Single. Time.

This nightly ritual has been going on for months. I know that one day, if I knew my daughter was doing what I am doing right now, my heart would break. It would ache to know that she was letting three little numbers sum up her self-worth.

But right now, the girl on the scale isn’t her: it’s me. And although the digital read out flashes three numbers that are so low, they’re only a handful away from being two, I am still so unsatisfied with them. No matter what I do, or how low they go, it doesn’t feel like enough. Somehow, I feel like I am too much and not enough all at the same time, and that feeling? It’s a feeling I’ve come to hate.
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Week 26: The Good Stuff | Everyday Nostalgia

The Good Stuff | Everyday Nostalgia | The Nostalgia Diaries Blog

It’s 11:30 in the morning, and I’m sitting at a cafeteria table.

The air is filled with the sound of children’s voices and the smell of the day’s hot lunch—chicken nuggets and french fries—but to be perfectly honest, I’m really not paying that much attention: My lunchbox sits in front of me, and my little 8-year-old self is trying to guess what’s inside.

For as long as I remember, my mom has made my school-time lunches, and I love them so much that I hardly ever buy hot lunch. Because aside from the typical yummy sandwiches and snacks, she always throws in a few extra special treats. One of them is always a Little Debbie. I don’t have discriminating tastes when it comes to these delicious desserts, so it’s always a surprise as to which one my lunchbox holds: Will it be an Oatmeal Creme Pie, or maybe a Zebra Cake? Maybe it’s a Swiss Roll, a Star Crunch, or a Fudge Round. It might even be a Nutty Bar, a Chocolate Chip Cake, or—if it’s December—a Christmas Tree Cake. Continue reading “Week 26: The Good Stuff | Everyday Nostalgia”

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Week 25: Weaving a Web of Intentional Kindness | Everyday Nostalgia

Weaving Together a Web of Intentional Kindness | The Nostalgia Diaries Blog

It’s early evening, and we are standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. In my hands, I hold a shopping basket filled with chicken and cheese and tortillas and an assortment of vegetables—lettuce and carrots and peppers and tomatoes and…a pack of gum?

I glance at my daughter Zoey as she hops from foot to foot beside me. “What?” she asks, making her eyes big, obviously knowing exactly what my look means.

I point to the gum, and she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s strawberry flavored,” Zoey says. “And you said we needed some fruit.”

I look back at basket. She’s right: the only fruit I see are three pink, cartoon strawberries dancing across the plastic gum wrapper. I sigh. In my haste, I’ve totally forgotten the bananas I need for my breakfasts and the blueberries Zoey requested for her lunches. Continue reading “Week 25: Weaving a Web of Intentional Kindness | Everyday Nostalgia”

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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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Week 24: Sunshine On My Shoulders: A Father’s Day Story | Everyday Nostalgia

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I am three years old, and I am looking up at my dad. He is standing in front of me, his hands open, splayed out in a warm offering. “Come here, Hazel,” he says.

As I step into his outstretched arms, I giggle. He looks funny to me, his dark aviator sunglasses matching the black of his thick mustache, the one that tickles my cheeks when he kisses me goodnight.

My father’s strong hands lift me up, up, up, and then up some more. When he finally settles me on top of his shoulders, I suddenly can see everything. As I look out at the world through my green-brown eyes—the ones that are the reason for my beloved nickname—everything feels right: I feel safe. I feel important. I feel happy. I feel loved.

To him, I am the sunshine on his shoulders, but to me, he is my foundation, a steadfast, unwavering support that anchors me to every truth I’ve ever known. Continue reading “Week 24: Sunshine On My Shoulders: A Father’s Day Story | Everyday Nostalgia”