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Two movies have come out recently that have to do with the word "Junebug".  Both have pregnant characters that are not truly ready for parenthood and odd eating habits.  Both deal with family tension.  Both happen in the blur of small town/suburbia.  Both end in a way that you don't expect.  However, one mother is prepared to name her daugher Junebug.  The other mother is called Junebug.

I remember liliacs blooming in the summer sun and the lilty aroma swaying in the cool evening breeze.  Most yards I knew had a lilac bush and I miss not having some land so I could plant one under my bedroom window.  I could smell them all night long all night during those two weeks when they bloom.  Scent is said to be one of the strongest ties to memory.  I think so.  Liliacs remind me of my childhood.  They take me to a time when school was ending for summer and all the possibities of rest and play and life seemed possible.  It has been so long since I was not working to simply enjoy the lazy summer days.  The liliacs remind me that one day I will have those lazy days again. 

Welcome to I Remember Mondays!  This comes from a writing exercise from my teen years.  I came across this book at my local library  many years ago and I instantly fell in love with the writing exercises and the tales of living a writer's life.  It spoke to me in a deep way, like someone understood the writer inside of me.  It also  helped me when I have had writer's block.  One of the basic exercises is to start with "I remember" and go.  Here we go...