Starting in 2015, MyRetrospect.com was the place for baby boomers to tell their stories. Each week, we posted a prompt and invited boomers to think back and share forward their life stories, memories, thoughts, joys, and sorrows. By publishing stories and comments over the years, we built a thriving community of readers and writers.

In 2025, as new stories dwindled, we closed MyRetrospect.com to new members, new stories, and new comments. The site remains an archive of almost 3,500 contributed stories that comprise the collective mosaic of a generation. We invite you to browse by prompt, search by author or keyword, or let us surprise you with stories selected at random.

Enjoy! And thank you, loyal Retrospect writers and readers, for your support and for your stories.

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Today's Randomly Selected Stories

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This One’s For You
I write because Suzy Underwood put out a plea to my college class listserv for stories about interviews, and I thought I had [...]
Doing My Civic Duty
Doing My Civic Duty I’ve been called for jury service four or five times over the years,  and once was even appointed [...]
Love, baseball, and literature in a time of cancer
Jacob and I had our baseball mitts with us. During my recovery, after I moved into the Family Lodge with them, we played [...]
Selling a House in a Pandemic
The process of preparing our house to go on the market felt like peeling an onion – layer by layer, my life there disappeared.
The Milk Bottle
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I was born on my father's 42nd birthday. He always said that I was the best birthday present he ever got.
Drifting Away
I don’t really believe in “ex” friends. There is an ebb and flow to friendships, but once established, they [...]
Smash-Up
Smash-Up I must confess I’m not the best of drivers. (See  Life is a Highway,  Fender Bender,  and  Rainy Night on the [...]
Temptation – My Battle to Resist Desserts
My mother loved to bake, a trait I inherited. The only way to avoid sweet treats and baked breads at home is to deny myself [...]
School Lunch
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Long before tv show caricatures, the Lunch Lady was an institution at our elementary school.
Spaghetti Racing
My dad, with his finger forever off the pulse of the times. But the chaos of the late 1960s and early 1970s showed up in our [...]

Writer’s Choice

Inspiration for this prompt was to see the list of past prompts, then think back and share forward your Writer’s Choice story!

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