childhood memories
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The $20 Memory I Didn’t Expect to Find
A simple trip to the thrift store turned into something much more, a $20 sewing box that brought back memories of childhood, care, and the quiet ways love shows up in everyday moments.
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Don’t Give Up on Baltimore
I grew up in South Baltimore, where neighbors washed each other’s steps, the Domino Sugar sign glowed outside our window, and the harbor meant hard work and family. Baltimore has changed, but she isn’t lost. She’s out of balance. And she’s still worth fighting for.
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The Weird Grief of Watching Your Childhood Neighborhood Change
We drove through my old neighborhood recently , and let me tell you, I was not emotionally prepared. There I was, sipping my iced coffee like it was just another Tuesday, when suddenly we turned down the street I grew up on and felt like I’d accidentally went onto a…
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Baltimore Babble: Old Wives’ Tales from South Baltimore That We All Grew Up With
If you grew up in South Baltimore like I did, chances are you’ve heard your fair share of strange warnings, mystical cures, and absolutely bizarre bits of advice passed down from the neighborhood aunties, your Nan, or the lady next door who smoked menthols and knew everything. Whether they made…
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Pickin’ Eggs and Pickin’ Memories
An Ode to a Family Easter Tradition When I think about Easter growing up, I don’t immediately picture chocolate bunnies or big pastel baskets. Nope. For me, Easter always meant family, food, and one very specific tradition: picking eggs. Or as some might know it, egg tapping. Now if you’ve…