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 Stories from the Retrospect Archive

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Signing on the Line
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In violation of the law, the ads were "segregated" ... Someone had to do something, we agreed, but what?
Dorm Rules
No drugs. No alcohol, even if we were over 21. (We weren't.) No female visitors after 11 on weekdays or midnight on weekends.
The Chaney Clocks
Was the song meant to instill a false sense of pride in his students, or a fever dream of a school where he’d really like to teach?
“And that’s the way it is.”
”And that’s the way it is.” I’ve written about my family dinners as we listened to Lowell Thomas reading the day’s news on [...]
Life and Death in Bali
It is an auspicious day for a cremation There will be no tears today Tears would drag your spirit back to earth Your [...]
Refuge in Drama
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Mr. Gauntt had a way of making the drama department inclusive, even though the word wouldn't have been used at that time.
A Spider’s tale
This was a sporty Italian that a 20-something beach-blond working at a Santa Monica tech start-up could LOVE.
Hula Ow!
Last week I looked at the hula hoop leaning lazily against my bedroom door. I looked at myself in my floor length mirror, [...]
Numbers
My sister checks in with the woman behind the counter, signing her name and mentioning what she’s there for. It hardly seems [...]
Sitter of Last Resort
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When I came to the door, often the kids would greet me with "We don't want you, we want Karen!"

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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