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"Daisy, F3," my son Archer says as we pull into our parking spot. Disneyland’s about to open and we've arrived, just the two of us, our last hoorah before school starts.

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The alarm goes off and I pull the pillow tightly over my head. My husband, Hal, offers to wake the kids so I roll over, fall back asleep until Archer's voice wakes me, this time for …

Whenever I think of my mother, my mind flips to this story. Not to the whole story, but right to the middle of it, the worst moments of it. For me, that's where the story always starts.

My mother was beating the hell out of me. The first few blows seemed to come from every direction as I grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my …

By Robert Israel
They scraped me off the street, my bicycle in a heap nearby, and ever so gingerly placed me on the gurney. A crowd of curious onlookers watched intently, thankful they were not being loaded onto the ambulance.

The nurses at the hospital were calming as nurses are wont to be, and administered an intravenous tube of morphine, and soon everything around me became fuzzy and …

My daughter's third grade class was recently given a homework assignment. The assignment called for each student to write an essay about a significant moment that had occured in their life.

This homework assignment triggered much discussion and introspection around our family dinner table at night. It allowed us to ponder which singular moment from our life we each deemed most significant and life changing. For my wife, …

1963, a nice sunny day in Long Beach, California. Uncle Tony (Tony Knobs as he’s known by his crew) has persuaded me to help him steal a pistol from a department store on the boulevard. The store, an old wooden behemoth, was a four alarm fire waiting to happen. I’m up on the second floor in the sporting goods department, pretending to be interested in fishing gear in an isle …

One day I've joined the not-very-exclusive club of those who know from experience that main stream media lies.
Details don't matter: I went to a demonstration, stuff happened, got back home, media told a completely different story.
Many people know exactly what I'm talking about because they had a similar "moment". No matter what their beliefs are: occupy/tea-party, Palestinians/settlers, Rohingya/Whiratu, etc. When you're "out there", you find out that TV …

Drunk with the light that flooded the sky at four-thirty in the morning, he soaked in its richness. The sky was at first a pale blue and by mid-morning it became a deeper blue, and, finally, when the sunset, the light was lingering, high above, although the harbor was dark and the boats, making their way past the airport, seemed like so many busy acquatic fireflies.

He had met …

All small children are weathermen. They may not know much but they know good and bad, scary and safe, and when they're checking the weather of their world the sky they look into is their parent's face. If you're the parent, no matter what kind of tornado is coming, it's your job to act like everything is okay.

The day of our appointment, nothing was okay, but …

I am not a dog person. Why? Because sometimes I forget to get myself dinner. Because I never walk myself daily. Because I don’t play catch with myself and because I won’t change all that for a dog. That was my opinion anyhow before Canter came to stay.

Don’t think I would have let him in easy--he is a golden retriever, which is to …

In 1974 my family loved watching Marlo Thomas on her TV show, That Girl. My mother would always refer to her as 'that darling Marlo Thomas' or by her longer name, 'that darling Marlo Thomas, I just love her'.

We also loved I Dream Of Jeannie and Bewitched. Jeannie had a master who stoppered her into her bottle when she was bad and Samantha wasn't allowed to …

It started out as a normal day. The high school had its first snow day of the year and I worked the morning shift at my job until four o'clock in the afternoon. The day was pretty uneventful up until I got home. My mom was putting groceries away and I was going into the bathroom to change my clothes when she got a text from my friend Amber. She …

I have been staring at this page for a couple of hours now wondering what I should write about. So many private personal moments come to mind that I would never truly feel comfortable writing down. But how do I choose a moment out of many that have influenced me greatly?
In the blink of an eye, I remembered a moment, actually several moments, that changed my …

July 15, 2011 10:56 p.m. that exact moment that completely changed my life inside out; the one day that will be stuck like Elmer's glue to the back of my hippocampus. A day like this is to me is a date you'll remember when you get married, or the exact moment your first child is born. To give some background to this date, I had family and personal issues that …

He's lying.
He has to be--all the strangers do. He's another nameless face trying to hurt me, that's all, and I finally snap. I'm so sick of it that I'm screaming bumptious abuse at him before either of us knows what's happening.
Except this time, this stranger tells the truth, and it's hard. The proof is right next door, and even though I'm forbidden to see it, I'm well aware …

Placing that cap on my head and dressing myself in those long gowns meant that I was about to take my first step out of the safe zone.

From my first day of middle school to my final day of high school, I have always attended a small Christian school. I was forced to attend against my will. Both of my older brothers went to Christian schools when they …

When I was 19, I decided to desert my native country, Bulgaria, and start a new life in America.
Shoumen was the city where I was born, where I learned to speak, read and write. It was a place where I lived for most of my childhood, where I found the meaning of friendship, relationships, love, life, and death. Surrounded by snow-top mountains, icy lakes and bushy woods, Shoumen …

January 20. It's always the day, every four years, when the United States swears in a new president. It is filled with pomp and circumstance, ceremony and punditry. Parades, balls, speeches, lunches, dinners, and endless commentary.

I can't pay attention. January 20, 1981, the day Ronald Reagan was sworn in, was the day my youngest sister was born. I was already grown, married, with children of my own …

It was the first time I had cried in ten years. It was the last time I cried for another four. The day my grandfather died is the day I shut down. In some ways, it was the hardest day of my life. I think I died with him. The one person who told me I could do anything, the one who said my opinion of myself was the only …

At my high school, gay kids were never bullied. That's because, in 1985, none of the kids who might have been gay would have admitted it in a million years.

Back then we still believed people chose to be gay, the way someone might choose to be an accountant or choose to dye their hair. The general thinking was that these …

I try to stay away from bananas. They remind me of my mother, a tiny brunette with red lipstick and sparkling eyes. The sparkle was from an even mix of glamour, narcotics, and madness. It's not that I don't like bananas. I steer clear of them because when I was a baby, my mother tried to kill me with one.

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Moments from the SMITH Community

Tomorrowland "Daisy, F3," my son Archer says as we pull into our parking spot. Disneyland’s about to open and we've arrived, just the two of us, our last hoorah before school starts. *** The alarm goes off and I pull the pillow tightly over my head. My husband, Hal, offers to wake the kids so I roll over, fall back asleep until Archer's voice wakes me, this time for good. "Hi, Mommy. It's …
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With Both Hands Whenever I think of my mother, my mind flips to this story. Not to the whole story, but right to the middle of it, the worst moments of it. For me, that's where the story always starts. My mother was beating the hell out of me. The first few blows seemed to come from every direction as I grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, not …
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Reasons to be Thankful By Robert Israel They scraped me off the street, my bicycle in a heap nearby, and ever so gingerly placed me on the gurney. A crowd of curious onlookers watched intently, thankful they were not being loaded onto the ambulance. The nurses at the hospital were calming as nurses are wont to be, and administered an intravenous tube of morphine, and soon everything around me became fuzzy and numb, and the …
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