Eleanors Living Diary
Personal reflections and real-life stories that capture everyday grit, grace, and wonder.
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“Retirement Isn’t Where I’m Going—It’s How I’ve Chosen to Stay”
I’ve asked myself how I wish to retire—and instantly found myself blinking at the question. And still… the answer does not come. The world, of course, had no hesitation.It offered a checklist.A finish line marked by dollar signs,pastel oceans,smiling stock-photo… Continue reading
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“Fuhgeddaboudit”
Because “Fuhgeddaboudit” can mean: incredible, impossible, forgiven, or final—because sometimes one word is enough to say it all, without saying too much. Let me explain. I’m behind the bar in a burgundy velvet dress, wiping down a shot glass that’s… Continue reading
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“A Notably Pretty Lie””
“There are things which, though lovely in form, reveal themselves in time. For time has a way of exposing what appearances try to withhold: the truth that lies beneath.” Not a firework.Not an elephant. Just a fry. It looked… Continue reading
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“The Affair I Had in a French Café”
Here in the United States, coffee is a necessity. It’s an accessory. It’s the fuel behind every hustle and the badge of every busybody. We don’t sip it. We chase it. We order it before we leave the house, pick… Continue reading
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To Remember Is to Live Again
There are days when the past presses upon me not as sorrow, but as presence— as though memory itself is a second breath, quieter, but no less real. It is spoken in another language… “Recordar es volver a vivir.” To… Continue reading
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The Real Luxury? Time.
Ooooh, we’re playing “What’s your non-negotiable luxury?” Okay then—if we’re talking infamously irresistible indulgences, I’ve since left behind my childhood fountain drink days and entered velvet rope territory. For the record, I don’t crave silk robes. But if I were… Continue reading
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“If I Had To Change My Name”
Sometimes the name they can’t pronounce is the one you were born to carry in reverse. If I had to change my name, and I mean HAD to I would smile with practiced grace, Pour tea into porcelain, and give… Continue reading
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“Eat or Eat Not—There Is No Try”
Ébène Milk chocolate? Not in this dream. No need for two ounces of drama either. This is a chocolate bite with the presence of a diva—but the size of self-control.Individually wrapped in golden silk foil, because something this good deserves… Continue reading
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“Because some skills don’t get listed on a résumé”
What I’m Good At I’m good at forgetting people’s names.Not sure if that’s good or bad,but it’s something I’m good at—and honestly, you might just get a new name.Because who doesn’t enjoy a new name…and a good laugh? I’m… Continue reading
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“Books That Opened Me”
Let me rip a page straight from the soul of an artichoke— You see, my heart has too many layers to have limits. Tough in places, tender in others. Not everyone gets to the center. Now, let me—ever so gently,… Continue reading
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