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My older sister is not a warm person. Georgi hates the world and wants the world to know it. Why that is or when it began, we never knew. Smile at her and you'll get a glare. Say anything nice and she'll ask you what the hell you mean by that. Just exist and she'll probably want to hit you. My mother used to sum it up by saying: It's …

Growing up I was the second oldest in a family of six, two parents, two brothers, one sister, and me. I was right between the two boys. I guess we were privileged kids compared to most. We had a playroom, gaming systems, a big yard for football and baseball. Not going to lie, I had a good childhood. While I can’t speak for my younger brother I can say that …

December 4th. Today is the third anniversary of your first bone marrow transplant. Did I actually say “first transplant”? Who in the hell has another one? It is still hard for me to imagine that you did. What parent walks around carrying those things in their memories?

You had such an amazing donor. He gave you six months of good health and a year of life. He must …

Plans
Death Cab For Cutie was once my favorite band, Plans was once my favorite album but then, all at once, a whirlwind came and switched it all around. When I was younger, death wasn’t any secret in my family. It was known that we would all die and it wasn’t much of a sore subject. Suicide was the same way, when I was in kindergarten I knew well what …

America’s pastime. We got the great bambino, the sultan of swat, the say hey kid, the freak. We got the loud, the soft spoken, the flat out obnoxious, and even the sweet caring guys. Baseball has everything. Baseball was my everything, but that all changed on one sunny happy day at Keizer field.
My dream at the time …

I acquired a wonderful recipe that follows this tale while working a one-year stint during the late 70s as a vegetarian chef at the legendary, but now defunct MOON & STAR restaurant in my hometown of Rochester, New York. One of our main chores was catering all-natural vegetarian fare backstage to famous rock groups from that era, including Procul Harum, Foghat, Blue Oyster Cult, Rush, the British band Yes (Yes, …

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I’ve been talking a lot with my wife lately about my writing endeavors. In a recent conversation she encouraged me to write about fatherhood. Immediately intrigued, because my wife is a genius, I started grappling with all that my new fatherhood entails.
I’ve only been a dad for two weeks and I started drawing some pretty big blanks. I could write all …

In 1979 my father waged war against the Mormons. Not against all of them--only the ones who lived behind us. His reason: they were too nice. His weapon of choice: Donna Summer.

It began the minute they moved in. They smiled, they waved, they offered to lend a hand whenever needed. Whatever it said about our neighbors of other religions, my parents found this …

"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 …

"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 …

If you want to see how many shades of green exist in nature, come to Washington State and look in any direction. We have it in green, greener, and even greener . It's a color we know well.

And not just in landscaped yards and parks; we have actual forests. But once you've seen lush backdrops enough times it's easy to forget to notice them at …

You spot him some hundred feet away. Even though your eyes are weak and your glasses prescription needs changing, you can still see him. It’s almost laughable how many people you've almost mistook for him, because there could never be anyone else who looks like that.

You could turn onto a different sidewalk right now and avoid him completely, it's the faster way back anyway. Your feet carry you …

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 …

By Robert Israel
His father appeared before bedtime, disappeared into the back bedroom and the next morning he was gone. Harold, his two sisters and his mother, were alone.

Harold trundled off to school, ate food scraps from the deli where his mother waitressed. He contracted tuberculosis a week after waiting with burlap sacks for an allotment of coal alongside other families on relief.
He noted these milestones …

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 …
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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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