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Week 23: The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow | Everyday Nostalgia

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow | The Nostalgia Diaries Blog

I’m standing in front of the work refrigerator, my eyes scanning the shelves. Although it’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon, I’m just now getting around to eating my lunch.

I’m having one of those days. I’m tired, my head hurts, and I have too many things going on: too much pressure, too many demands, too much work, too many things to remember, and too many cups to fill other than my own. I feel like I’m peering over the edge of a cliff, knowing full-well that one false move will surely send me over the edge.

But as my eyes do one more quick once-over of the fridge, it appears that one thing I don’t have too much of is my lunch. In fact, I don’t have any at all—someone has stolen my yogurt. Continue reading “Week 23: The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow | Everyday Nostalgia”

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Week 19: Mom’s Lessons for Mother’s Day | Everyday Nostalgia

Lessons My Mother Taught Me | The Nostalgia Dairies Blog

I am sitting in my car, my coat wrapped tightly around me. I am shaking, but my tremors aren’t a result of the cold winter air. In my hands I hold a grainy black and white printed photograph. Small white lines create the edge of a tiny profile, and if I look closely enough, I am able to make out the graceful, faint curve of a spine and what appear to be arms and legs.

I am filled with wonder as I sit there, looking at this snapshot of my unborn child. For some reason, I had convinced myself that I was having a boy, but the photograph in my hands reveals a different truth: A girl. My daughter.

I am overwhelmed with so many emotions—fear, surprise, excitement, love, wonder—that I can’t look away from the image. I am holding, both in my hands and in the low depth of my belly, the proof that—in a few short months—I will become a mom. A mother. As I think of that word, I think of my own mother, and suddenly, the wonder of this miracle I hold is replaced with a completely different wonder:

How will I ever be as good of a mom as my own mother has been to me? Continue reading “Week 19: Mom’s Lessons for Mother’s Day | Everyday Nostalgia”

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What’s Everyday Nostalgia All About?


If you’re just joining us here at the Nostalgia Diaries blog (hi!) or even if you’ve been a loyal reader from the beginning (thank you!) — you’ve probably read a post or two of my Everyday Nostalgia series. 

If I had 30 seconds to describe what Everyday Nostalgia is, I would say it’s a blog series that chronicles my efforts to utilize everyday nostalgic living to help build a simpler, happier, and more fulfilling life for me and my daughter, Zoey.

The other day, I found myself talking about the series with someone who hadn’t read any of the posts yet. After I gave my spiel, they said, “Okay, that’s great and all, but what does ‘everyday nostalgic living’ mean? What’s it really all about?” Continue reading “What’s Everyday Nostalgia All About?”

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Week 16: In Search of Spare Moments | Everyday Nostalgia



I need an extra hour in my day. Maybe two. Actually, maybe 24. Imagine what I could do with a whole extra day….

These are the things I am thinking as I step out of the grocery store and into the late afternoon sunlight. Between staying on top of the happenings at my daughter’s school, the constant demands of work, and the general business of life, it feels like I don’t have any moments to spare. Manifesting time seems like the only solution even though I know it’s completely out of the question.

I slip on my sunglasses as I head toward my car. Ahead of me, an older gentleman makes his way across the parking lot. Since I’m hurrying and he is walking much slower than I am, it doesn’t take long before I find myself beside him.

“Are those high heels I hear?” he asks. He stops walking and turns his head down toward the sound. Continue reading “Week 16: In Search of Spare Moments | Everyday Nostalgia”

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Week 15: The Gift of a New Life | Everyday Nostalgia


The other morning I woke up coughing, a sharp pain in my right side taking my breath away. Although the cold came and went over a month before, a lingering cough had resulted in what felt like a cracked rib. Crazy I know, but for a brief moment, before I got my bearings, I didn’t know where I was. The combination of pain and disorientation left me a tad bit unsettled.

But it only took a few seconds for me to realize I was right where I was supposed to be: in my bed, in my home, waking up to another Monday morning and to a new week. As the pain in my rib eased, I settled back in bed, remembering the last time I’d woken up disoriented and in pain. Continue reading “Week 15: The Gift of a New Life | Everyday Nostalgia”