Lynn Henriksen's Writings
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Poem
Oct.17.2010
Some time ago, as tears I thought had dried dissolved into curve of smile,
I sprinkled my mother's ashes in my garden under the apricot tree,
From which we made amazing jam for many years to come.
Touch of cinnamon, of nutmeg, not too sweet...
One spring no buds appeared on that pleasing tree.
It was old, it died―as creatures do—tears then on gnarled branches.
A...
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Short Story
Oct.08.2009
I close my eyes; I'm back there banging fat felt eraser blocks together making chock dust clouds slide down the slanted rays of sunshine coming through the open window on this golden afternoon the first week of 3rd grade. I try not to breathe that fuzzy stuff in, but it doesn't really matter because I am elated with my elevated position. I feel special.
Close my...
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Article
Jun.26.2009
http://www.telltalesouls.com/blog
A couple of days ago, I went to a memorial service at St. Stephen's Episcopal in Belvedere for a beautiful, remarkable soul, Elizabeth "Betty" McKegney. She was 99 years old. She would have been 100 on September 9th. I heard it uttered that it was too bad she hadn't reach the milestone of 100 years of age. Well, to me, it just seemed right for her to...
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Poem
Jan.27.2009
TellTale Souls: Keeping Spirits Alive One Story at a Time
My mother died, but she is not gone. Her ashes are scattered in my garden.
I see her in my flowers and taste her in my fruit, and I laugh and I cry with her and know who I am...and sometimes who I am not. I love to hear and tell stories about her, and I know that my children and grandchildren will discover her soul shimmering between the lines of those...
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About Lynn
Lynn Henriksen, aka The Story Woman discovered a profound way to keep our mothers' spirits alive after she witnessed Alzheimer's disease ravage her mother's mind. For over a decade, she has helped hundreds of people capture in brief memoirs the memories and...
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