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<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\nThat\u2019s my mom on the cover of The Write Spot: Connections<\/em>. She was a dancer in her teens, performing at convalescent hospitals in the 1940\u2019s. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Connections<\/em> is a collection of writing from mothers and their adult children. Some are funny, some poignant, some surprising. All are entertaining. Here\u2019s an excerpt:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dime Sightings by Pamela Swanson<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Although my mother, Ione, could not afford them, she\nloved diamonds. Eventually she did save up enough money to buy herself a\ndiamond ring. She was so proud of that ring. One year, early in November, Ione\ndied without warning at the age of 54. Suddenly I was traveling the 2,100 miles\nfrom California where I lived to the small town in Minnesota where she had\ndied. Completely unprepared, I found myself faced with finalizing my mother\u2019s\nexistence on this earth. All of the pieces in Connections <\/em>end with a prompt that readers can use to inspire writing. The prompt for \u201cDime Sightings\u201d was \u201cSometimes Magic Happens.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My mom and me at her 75th<\/sup> birthday party.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I\u2019ve been thinking about my mom, who passed away in July 2017. Every so often, like today, I want to phone her. I just want to talk with her. Prompt: Who do you miss? That\u2019s my mom on the cover of The Write Spot: Connections. She was a dancer in her teens, performing at convalescent […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[1165,1135],"class_list":["post-8811","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prompts","tag-just-write-writing-freely-the-write-spot-blog","tag-the-write-spot-to-jumpstart-your-writing-connections"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p43Dj8-2i7","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8811","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8811"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8811\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8817,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8811\/revisions\/8817"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8811"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8811"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8811"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nGrand Marais, a small fishing village located on Lake Superior, is where I was\nborn. It is where my Mom grew up, met my dad, and was married. My roots are\nfirmly planted there so when I arrived it was to the open arms of my aunts and\nuncles. Soon after, family members from other distances began to arrive. I was\ncocooned in love and support.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Marlene.Jeanne-1024x828.jpg\")
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