I Must Have Forgotten

There are seasons when the things we choose, the new commitments, the challenges, the hustle and bustle, are really just ways of protecting delicate parts of ourselves we’re not ready to examine...to confront. In my junior year, I leapt into something new that felt big and important, and that carried me for a while. It gave me a place to put my energy, and maybe even my heart.But eventually, I had to stop running long enough to face what was actually true.-----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter — they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 17: Mean Boys and the Bathroom CakeGrowing up means learning how to belong, when to let people in, when to hold your ground, and how to recognize, and inhabit, moments that mark a beginning... or an end.My sixteenth birthday was the culmination of a nearly perfect year, and a milestone that showed me I was exactly where I was supposed to be.-----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter — they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 16: Paperbacks and PromTenth grade is, in every sense, a crossroads. Some of us chase new interests, some of us take on responsibilities we never wanted, and some of us learn, with shock and sorrow, that life isn’t as certain as we once believed.My own tenth‑grade year held all of that: a loss that reshaped the ground beneath us, a night I had dared to dream about, and squeaky creepers we could hear but never quite see.-----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter — they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 15: Our Crime Syndicate InductionThe day we felt like we were officially part of the whole came before sunrise, in strange places, stumbling through a dance we didn't know the steps to. It was mortifying. It was embarrassing. And maybe it didn't carry the profound meaning we thought it did, but it became part of our history. Part of our lore. Part of who we were becoming. And we wouldn't have missed it for anything. -----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter — they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 14: Two-a-Days and PolkaThe first few months of tenth grade are nothing short of a growth spurt. New experiences, new classes, and new people, all nudging us toward adulthood. Ready or not.Sometimes we get in over our heads. Sometimes we fall on our faces and laugh it off. Sometimes we grit our teeth and level up. And sometimes we're carried along on a cloud we never saw coming.And when that cloud is a person we admire, we go willingly. Even if it means learning to polka.-----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter — they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 13; Two Trips and a Cryptic MessageThe foibles, triumphs, and small humiliations of eighth and ninth grade were exactly the seasoning I needed before stepping into the wider world of high school. Those two years gave me more than I understood at the time.Two unforgettable school trips stitched together the kind of friendships that mattered then, even if some of them have faded with time. And a single indecipherable yearbook note, mysterious then and still mysterious now, remains the one I remember above all the rest.These were years of growth, laughter, and character building, carrying me toward the person I was becoming.And even though I might have forgotten, I remember it all now.-----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter — they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 12: Mysteries of Secretaries and RockThirteen is a crossroads: that strange age when we want to be held and protected, yet ache to be older than we are. The fall and winter of 1979 became exactly that for me. It was a hinge year where innocence, bravado, and bewilderment collided.This was the season when a school secretary quietly kept me safe. When a rock concert swallowed me whole. When I learned that daydreaming about something and being ready for it are rarely the same thing.Sometimes, good people step in at the exact moment we need them. Sometimes, we have to navigate the turbulence on our own. And sometimes, the thing we think will make us feel grown up is a reminder of just how young we still are.-----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter — they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 11: Firelight and FirstsThirteen was a time lit from within. New experiences, unexpected delights, and the first quiet hints that we might be more than the generic selves we thought we were. A single moment can loosen a certainty long held; a spark of perception can rewrite the stories we believe about ourselves.It is a rare discovery to see our reflections the way someone else sees us. We were braver than we knew, and we were always more than the shadows we tried to hide in. Even without firelight. -----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter--they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 10: Oops and Other AnthemsEven as a child, I was the keeper of family history and stray doodads...the tiny artifacts no one else thought to save. I still carry them.Seventh grade, with all its awkward ups and downs, and the disorientation of multiple uprootings, brought me a new companion: music. A new means of processing life. A new way to define myself.Both the music and the doodads have stayed with me, every step of the way.-----If you've ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter--they do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive, including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB, at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 9: Mischief, Mortality, and Michigan In Indiana’s woods and on a Michigan farm, mischief flirted with mortality. Childhood summers shimmered with laughter and thrill, kinships flickered and faded, and memory gathered the echoes.Campfires crackled, horsehair clung; river water swallowed, onion rings flew. Each small moment stitched into the fabric of becoming. Joy and danger entwined, teaching me that even the brightest moments carry shadows.Two summers stand apart: radiant, perilous, unforgettable. They taught me I was mortal, and they shaped who I became. Two summers. Two echoes. Mischief, mortality, and Michigan. -----If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter— They do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 8: Echoes and ArtifactsTables and swimming pools, paper dolls and record players — objects that carried recollections and experiences. Relics of history and heart, now gone.To honor the things that shaped us, as if they were characters in our stories, is the undertaking of memoir, the resonance of becoming. Our memory is a repository of echoes and artifacts; the scratches, the chlorine, the midnight booms. All the ways memory holds us, even as we let go.-----If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter— They do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 7: Of Tender Strength; Of Wild HeartsThe healing after Fowler carried us forward, but not without speedbumps. Snow and speed, the shock of pain, and the quiet bravery that rose in its wake. Nights blurred with laughter and rebellion, and doors opened to more than just the dark of midnight.This episode moves between tenderness and wildness, between the ache of change and the thrill of mischief. It is a reliquary of bruises and balm, of hearts tested and carried, of the ways memory holds both fracture and flight.And the courage to ask for air. -----If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter— They do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods

I Must Have ForgottenEpisode 6: Three Kinds of GravityLittle kids have limited control over their lives. They have to navigate the heaviness of the things that make them feel small. Loss. Treachery. Embarrassment.Fowler, Indiana in 1975 was a tornado of three rites of passage.Three tests of spirit.Three chances to learn what really matters.In the end, we don’t have to be perfect. The people who love us don’t care if we can’t do tricks. They just want us to be loyal, kind, and honest.-----If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter— They do. Right now is one of them.-----Explore Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 5: Rollerskates and SuitcasesThe three vignettes in this episode aren’t just memories—they’re seismic shifts. Moments when the earth moved beneath a child’s feet.When gossip traveled faster than a teenager scrambling for a couple’s skate. When silence spoke louder than any explanation.Reflections on what it means to be chosen, to be left behind, and to keep breathing when it feels impossible. The lesson: resilience. The kind that rolls Aca Y Alla--here and there--even when the pavement cracks. Because sometimes, there is no other choice but to keep moving.---------------If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter—they do.Right now is one of them.---------------Find Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods

Episode 4: Geysers and GoodbyesA rogue Coca-Cola can. A ruined day at the park. A farewell that echoed longer than expected. This episode revisits a family reunion gone spectacularly wrong and the quiet grief of leaving behind a beloved school, a best friend, and the first place that ever felt like home.From cherry delight to fluoride treatments, from pop-top door curtains to half-toast theology, this is a story of childhood eruptions—both carbonated and emotional—and the talismans and gestures of compassion we carry forward.---------------If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter—they do.Right now is one of them.---------------Find Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods.

A train passes in the distance, and suddenly we’re back—back in the hush of the early 1970s, where middle children learned to disappear and houses held their breath. Country nights glowed with fireflies in our hands, and cows sometimes meandered behind the backyard fence. Unbothered and inoffensive. This episode unfolds in three quiet vignettes:— Train Sounds: lullabies of country life, steady and low, stitched into the fabric of memory— Middle Child Manifesto: not all invisibility is sadness. From the middle, we learn courage, compassion, and how to witness— Blessing to the East Tipp House: a tender tour of the house that holds the most memory. Its architecture, its nuances, its depth of meaning. May it ever be so.A story of movement and stillness. Of roles inherited. Of memories reclaimed.Come listen. The house is waiting.For the fireflies, the cows, and the quiet ones in the middle. ---------------If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter—they do. Right now is one of them.---------------Find Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods.

Episode 2: Claustrophobia and Backbone RockIt wasn't supposed to be about me, but it turned out to be a pivotal moment. Fear can come from experiences, uncertainty, or even exhaustion. And hurting someone isn’t always intentional. Sometimes it’s the result of a prank, the texture of a scratchy wool blanket, the moment you couldn’t move and someone laughed. Sometimes it’s realizing that your bravery has run out—and you need help.The things we do can cause lasting harm, even when we never meant to.This episode explores two sources of fear; one that lingers, and one that reaffirms.Even when we’re brave, we have to know when to ask for help.---------------If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter—they do. This is one of them.Find Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods.Sound Design Note: This episode includes audio textures from MuseHub and Pixabay. These elements help carry the memory, shape the emotional arc—and are honored with gratitude here.

Episode 1: The Creek, the Boot, and the BeginningA boot in the creek. A fragment that wouldn’t let go.In this first episode of I Must Have Forgotten, Beth traces the quiet origins of both herself and of these chapters—where memory bubbled, stories were reclaimed, and the body of work began to take shape. It’s a beginning marked not by ambition, but by curiosity and love. Through sound, reflection, and moments that shaped her, this episode opens the door to a memoir built from fragments—each one part of who she became.If you’ve ever wondered whether the small moments of your life matter—they do. This is one of them.Find Beth’s creative archive—including I Must Have Forgotten and True Crime BnB—at linktr.ee/bethpods.Sound Design Note: This episode includes audio textures from MuseHub and Pixabay. These elements help carry the memory, shape the emotional arc—and are honored with gratitude here.

Wildcat Creek took my boot. Then whispered a question I haven’t stopped asking: Do the small moments of our lives matter?This podcast begins with two little girls at the creek--and from there, all the fragments that make up a life. It’s a personal memoir rooted in ordinary moments—untethered joy, un-self-conscious grief, precious memory, and the stories we carry.I Must Have Forgotten is a podcast about the small things that make us strong, break our hearts, or both.The creek’s still running.The stories are waiting.JsWG9fACIfxyNJv4W3o2