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I was a rebellous 14 year old, truthfully a brat. I was away at " a girls home" having been kicked out of school.
It was a sunny mid June day, still cool in the morning. I was at the dining hall, eating breakfast, when a house mother came to tell me that my father had called and was to come get me. I was super …

This image depicts a powerful and life altering moment in time. This is the moment that I first truly grasped the concept of the individual. By this, I mean that every person has their own complex thoughts and experiences, completely separated and secluded from every other being and entity. I was 13 at the time. Of course, from a younger age I had realized that people had their own feelings …

Freshman year of High School, mid-January, last day of exams and we got out of school at 10:48. As I was walking towards the back entrance/exit of the school I saw my friend Emily sitting on the benches waiting to get picked, as I was about be. I sat down and started talking to her and a boy walked by, saw Emily, waved and sat down. As they were talking …

Freshman year of High School, mid-January, last day of exams and we got out of school at 10:48. As I was walking towards the back entrance/exit of the school I saw my friend Emily sitting on the benches waiting to get picked, as I was about be. I sat down and started talking to her and a boy walked by, saw Emily, waved and sat down. As they were talking …

In the case of atheists, there is no 'One Source', unless you can call a gravity-sucking black hole of Nothingness your source. Notice that I'm capitalizing the word to show some respect, after all, 'Nothing' is a religion of sorts that millions still believe in, and they have their high priests to prove it.

The brilliant quadraplegic British scientist Stephen Hawking, who speaks through a computer, claims in his …

LET'S 'go out on a limb'* and get (meta) physical for a moment. 'The Cosmic You' includes all the other 'you's on the planet -and if you believe in extraterrestrials, as the writer does (along with his she-roe Shirley Maclaine) then Jesus, how many 'you's and 'me's could there be in this vast universe at any one time? And might there be any atheists among the ETs?

Let me …

Yesterday was Mom's birthday. Though she passed away in 2003, seems so recent. In my quest for finding inexpensive moving people desperately since I'm on Medicare and Medicaid and used the last of my physical and mental resources on securing my apartment, my friend triggered my memory.

When we needed to move our family home and Dad was hospitalized with a nervous breakdown, I was left in …

They called and invited us to dinner. We said no. We were busy. We would come next time. We promised.
It would be the last chance for a dinner together.
I still wish I had said goodbye.

When I was little I used to always seem to cry much more than other girls my age. I always knew the reason why, but I refused to believe it. Every time I would lie on my bed I would stare at the ceiling wondering if their was a place out there in the world for me. I remember the day my dad left us. My brothers and I …

What if we didn't grow up on Glady's Night, what if Johnny Depp wasn't a pop icon? Who would care less? Why should we really care who is fucking who, who is dating who and what is the next blockbuster to fail. We spend too much time caring about what joe blow is doing and neglect the most important person in this screwed up mix up world....ourselves. When are …

I’d woken unintentionally at 330AM every morning for two years. I had thought it was just the onset of that change in a woman’s life. Little did I know the significance of this time and how on May 2, 2011 the moments thereafter would come, crashing.

The bedroom door swung open, “Call 911, Mom collapsed.” It was 327AM. My clock at home likely read 330AM.

The moments ticked …

THANK you God, for brother Michael Jackson. I'm a North American living and working in Mexico and breaking cultural barriers at the same time. Often that break happens 'accidentally', as when I recently met a brown-skinned teenager named Misael of obvious Mayan ancestry, with his round face, high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes.

Born in the state of Chiapas, originally part of the Mayan civilization that extended south to …

The concept of death was not something I understood in my childhood. I had read about it in books and heard people talk about it on television but I had yet to experience it first hand. This is probably the reason why I did not recognize it wrap its long and slender fingers around the single most important woman in my life when I was 12. For over a decade …

I'M a male American who migrated to Mexico three decades ago, so I have many 'memoirs' to tell. Currently I live in the small, sleepy and, depending on the season, either muddy or dusty agricultural village of Ixtapa, located off the west coast of Mexico in the state of Jalisco. (Not to be confused with the famous resort town of Ixtapa-Zihuatenejo, located much further south in the state of Guerrero.)Read more »

*ACCORDING to quantum physicists events in the Universe are occurring at an ever faster rate. In a matter of a couple of centuries we've gone from cross-country mail by pony express to dizzyingly high internet speeds delivering information ('You've got E-mail!') in nanoseconds around the globe.

Some might say that that scientific observation supports those New Millennium doomsayers who are currently rushing to judgment in accepting what this writer …

I am twelve years old. It's September and my mom has told me to pack up my sleeping bag, which has been out since the summer camp days of July. But she and my dad can't stop watching television, which is so strange for them. They never watch television. It’s scaring my younger sister and me. They aren't packing our lunches for school. Our …

ONE of the photo clichés of high fashion is a gorgeously dressed and beautifully coiffured woman (who is also beautiful -the picture is an ice cream sundae) against the backdrop of a crumbling, ancient wall or maybe one in the inner city splashed with colored graffiti including political slogans like 'Up yours!'.

The photographer wants to turn up the volume, so he adds a wet street at night …

It was one of those steamy summer nights in the city when you start going through your address book trying to remember who has access to a beach house. I was sitting in my apartment watching my dog Gatsby pant, and wishing I had a similar personal cooling system, when my friend Denyce called to invite me for a cookout. She was living and working at a suburban college where …

I wish today was a Sunday.I find myself in a church courtyard surrounded by a sea of sun-drenched grass. Not a blade longer than another; nor a single leaf out of place. Seemingly the lone imperfection was, in fact, me. I began observing the perfection that had eveloped me. The human race seems to have adopted a necessity to pursue perfection over the millennia. A mission to rid the world …

When I drove myself to the hospital, the aria on the radio was "Suicidio!" from La Gioconda. God couldn't hit me over the head with a more effective wake-up call.

I am bipolar. That was the moment I first took it upon myself to face it head on. I was done wrangling and rationalizing with a force I couldn't control.

I also sing. …
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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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