Do you ever wonder if you’re the only one replaying that spark-filled first date a zillion times in your mind or reliving that soul-clenching performance by your favorite band the whole two hours long ride it takes to get home from their concert? Do you ever wonder if the experiences in your life mean way more to you than they do to the other people who experienced them with you?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how deeply I’m affected at times in my life by certain people and experiences. Sometimes I worry that I’ve put a more-than-is-normal amount of time and thought and energy into not letting go of the moments. Am I starved for interaction? Is that a bad thing? I just don’t want to lose the inspirational feelings, the inside-smiles, and most importantly, the connections. I also, however, don’t want to be that person who can’t move on. The person whose today is not quite up…
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By Diana Belchase
The city’s name used to conjure up such happy images. Following the 1776 patriotic trail as a child.
An extended weekend as teenager with my mother – buying craft stamps at Faneuil Hall that are still in the original plastic packaging, too precious in memory for me to ever use. Strolling the cobbled streets as a newlywed with my husband.
While, not from Boston, in a way I’ve grown up there.
Now, like the date, 9/11, Boston and the marathon will have different meanings. It seems our lives are dotted with words and events that now mean something else. Oklahoma City. The Atlanta Olympics. Places and events of joy, now shadowed by anger, tragedy, and sadness.
Terrorists think they scored a victory on Monday – but they’re wrong.
We Americans are a different breed. We still talk about the atrocities that incited war two hundred years ago because these were the catalysts that formed our nation, defined us as a people, and motivated us to higher…
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