Eleanors Living Diary
Personal reflections and real-life stories that capture everyday grit, grace, and wonder.
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“Let Me Be Your Cautionary Tale -with Grace and Side-Eye”
“Some people hear God’s voice. I apparently needed motion sickness first.” What gives you direction in life? It’s a question so big, it doesn’t knock on your door— it just sits across the street. Waves at you. Gives you the… Continue reading
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“The Risk I Took Without a Helmet”
I was in a deep thought, looking out the window.My husband asked,“Whatcha thinking?” I looked his way. Said nothing.Just quietly replied,“Working on today’s daily prompt…” “Describe a risk you took that you don’t regret.” And there I was—returning to my… Continue reading
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“The Emoji That Whispers, and Roars”
There I was, scrolling through WordPress, hoping for a prompt that would stir something deep— maybe a question like “Write a letter to your 12-year-old self… but from your 82-year-old self,” or “You Weren’t Supposed To.” Instead? “What’s your favorite… Continue reading
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Anything 80’s-Back to the Future: What Time Do We Leave?
Because the 80s didn’t whisper their way into our lives—they parachuted in with shoulder pads and a theme song. Let’s start with MTV. MTV was the best music video everything.Not just a channel—it was a revolution with eyeliner and a… Continue reading
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When Nada meets Nothing and Becomes Something.
Nothing. Nada. That’s the first thing that came to my mind. Not because I’m empty. Not because I’m lost. But because I’m full. Of feelings that don’t have shape. Of thoughts that haven’t finished arriving. Of memories that smell like… Continue reading
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“Jesus, take the syllables. I can’t.”
There I was. Sitting in the holy circle of folding chairs. Minding my own business. Things started out peaceful, as usual. We’ve got coffee, highlighters, people nodding with purpose, and a light sprinkle of “mmm-hmm” to let the leader know… Continue reading
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Unwinding: The Bra Went Left, I Turned Right.
Not a ritual.Not a wellness routine.It’s a date.Not with a person.But with the moment I take myself back.It’s how I shake off the world and return to myself.First things first:The bra.That thing comes off like it’s been holding me hostage… Continue reading
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The Road That Flirted First
We were about thirty miles past nowhere. I was just minding my own business, sitting in the passenger seat like a proper wife— translation: eating snacks and offering unsolicited navigation advice— when I saw it. The Road. Not just a… Continue reading
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“I Pulled Over for This? Not Every Stop Has a Scenic Ending”
Some signs don’t scream—they sigh. This one? It didn’t flicker or blink. It just stood there. Faded. Proud. Tired. Still trying. The Lazy S Motel doesn’t offer much anymore. No continental breakfast. No keycards. No concierge to smile at your… Continue reading
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“Do Not Disturb: I Don’t Do Haunted”
I’m the kind of girl who loves old things. Old books with scribbled notes in the margins. Old houses with creaky floors and clawfoot tubs. Old soul music playing through a crackly speaker. I even love old hotels—with their… Continue reading
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