Inspired Heart New Beginnings

a personal story blog about

Surviving My Widow Maker Heart Attack and My Recovery

My New Beginnings, New Life Goals, Lifestyle Changes, including My Life Remembered: The Younger Years

My Story Begins at the First Blog Post:

Some Background… posted August 26, 2024

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I have now posted over 80 story vignettes on my website. Many of my vignette writings exceed the common “less than 1,000 word count” typically presented in this writing style. My writings have been evolving over time and I am proud of this evolution. I have now recognized that there are many potential publishing projects developing in this website, both in the fiction and non-fiction genres.

Should I consider actively seeking Literary Agent representation?

To easily navigate my website, select My Writings in the Menu Bar to be directed to the current list of my vignette writings. These writings of my memories appear in the Parts and Eras from when they occurred. Select the Vignette Title link in the Era that captures your interests to learn more about this part of my story.

Category: My Life Remembered “Memories”

  • Cobbler…

    Behind our new house on the street that ended in a circle was a thick stand of trees. On the other side of the trees were train tracks that ran through our side of town and trains ran on these tracks almost daily. One train ran to the cement plant up the hill and on…

  • First Kiss…

    Do you remember your first kiss? And I am not talking about that make out kiss at some party or a dare kiss. I am talking about that first kiss which was not anticipated, the kiss from out of the blue. It is the kiss where your lips touch another person’s lips for the first…

  • Little Farm Garden…

    Growing part of your family food supply in Western North Caroline was a very common practice in the early 1960’s if you had some land to farm. From what I remember, my grandparents had a large piece of land behind their house and every year in the spring my grandpa would plant lots of vegetables…

  • Chasing A Rainbow…

    Have you ever dreamed of finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Well, I would like to think that I almost did one summer when I was 7 years old. This memory brings back that age of innocence and a bit of nostalgia of the early 1960’s in our small-town in…

  • First Kite…

    It is springtime in Western North Carolina and the spring wind has started rustling through the trees. The mornings are cool and the days are starting to get warmer. This is the time that I start to see other kids outside flying their kites in the open fields of our neighborhood. If I remember correctly,…

  • Let It Snow…

    As a kid living in a small town in northwest North Carolina near the Virginia border in the late 50’s and early 60’s brings back some very special memories. In winter as a kid I loved the days when it would snow. There was a certain magic about those little white snowflakes gently falling downward…

  • Exploring My Past…

    I guess now that I have started my therapy sessions, I will begin to learn more about me. So, as I begin to dig into my past memories and experiences, what I recall as I write should help me better understand all of my remembered experiences of my younger years, and what they may have…

  • Thanksgiving…

    Good Morning and Happy Thanksgiving! This day is one of my most favorite days of the year, and this year it is even more special. I am still here in this world and I get to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Watching this parade brings back the memory of discovering Santa Claus when I…

  • First Week Home…

    I have now been home for a full week and am feeling better and a bit more confident. I am still here in this world and beginning to look forward to a future that I am not sure where it is headed. This was an unusual feeling for me. For some reason I had a…

  • My Daughter’s Seizure – Part 2…

    Fortunately, the front door was open since my work area was set up in the front yard where I was cutting the pieces of wood for the newel post. So, understanding my predicament, I began to yell “HELP” towards the open door, and I was yelling pretty loudly. After about 10 minutes of yelling the…