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I watched as she pulled into the driveway, walked up the sidewalk and gave me a hug then she turned around to find my then 8 year-old brother. They came in and we talked and i played games with Dylan for the first time in 6 months. 5:00 that night she decided they weren't staying the night, so she said we'll be back in the morning so you don't have …

Life changes every moment. Some moments however, are bigger than others. I had a moment that I can definitively say changed my life, and made me a significantly different person. It made me nicer, more understanding, more sensitive, and saved me from a treasure chest of negative karma, that would have been callously poured on top of my landfill of negative karma. What was this moment? Nothing special: Just good …

I expect to see him emerge from the back porch or from the garden with a basket of squash. Instead, I am greeted by silence. His bench beside the birdfeeder is empty now. I feed the birds and watch their tiny wings slice through the air before they disappear in the morning sun. Inside the house the air is heavy and still. His parrots, saddened by the silence, wait aimlessly …

I was always told not to question God, I did. I'm very sure he made a big mistake, but all the prayers, begging and pleading, he still died. As Lyfe says in one of his songs, "does prayers really make it from the getto" Why does the worst scum live on. I don't get it, it's like we are pawns in a big game, we pay the price in the …

I was going through a transtional time in my life, where my career of many years was coming to a close, I knew I would be moving home, my son had graduated high school and turned 18 and I was now alone, feeling directionless, lost and lonely. It was at this time that a robin built a nest in a small tree next to my window. I watched …

I had seen this tatooed, cell phone, cigarette jumping out of his seat at Panera Bakery on a regular basis. He was surrounded by religious books. Finally, 6 months after the first time I spotted him, I asked him:what mission from God are you on? He smiled, told me his life story of being on the streets, drunk, homeless and his recovery. It was the beginning of …

"Your Son Has a Brain Tumor "Those six words were like a death sentence to me. In one instant, my world literally changed and will never be the same again!
When a very important part of you is gone, you are only living a life of existence..like a zombie in my case. Twenty four years later and a lot of work and strength, I finally learned to …

I'm beginning to have my doubts, MR. SMITH! Your genius idea of compacting six words can be seen as a marvelous springboard for great poetry, political and spiritual insight, healthy social activism and the healing power of humor.

Alas, after posting over 1000 memoirs and commenting upon dozens of others, it seems that apathy still reigns on this board -where cuteness and often plain dumbness prevail and egos wallow …
I remember to this day a letter received over 40 years ago. The letter contained an offer of a $500 loan. If it wasn't for this loan I could not have attended college. Nor would I have been able to take advantage of the amazing professional opportunities I could only dream about as a 17 year old without financial resources or family support. .

I was 15 years old when my father died of cancer.
Diagnosed epically late, he underwent a rapid 6 month deterioration as the heaviest oncological weapons were brought to bear on a marauding malignant army all but assured of victory. Towards the very end, increasing doses of morphine took away the steady and assured father I had known throughout my childhood, leaving in his mortal wake a confused, terrified and …

She screamed at me. A vein-popping, red-faced, lung-filling, all out scream. If I’d had any knowledge of strokes or other ischemic events, I would have been concerned for her, but at the time, I thought only of myself. The 28 sets of eyes staring. The burning feeling in my face as the embarrassment began rising from my stomach like a mushroom cloud. Wishing I had the ability to turn back …
I was a senior in high school in 1964. I had been working at the corner drug store and my mother said many times, "Wouldn't it be so great if you were a pharmacist and had your own little drug store?"
I was good in science and didn't have any other plan
so I applied and was accepted into the school of pharmacy at the University of Minnesota. …

A frozen January night when her tires found that sneaky patch of black ice. The imature maple forgot to jump out of the way.

That first step into the ocean all I registered was the cold, unlike the heat from the sun that beat down on my face and arms. The farther I walked, the more the waters taunted me with their song. The noise on the beach seemed to die away; the need I had to immerse my self in the waves was so great, that the crashing sounds were all I could …

I took care of my grandfather. He has 5 kids. Dementia was his enemy and he was losing the battle. I put my grandfather in a nursing home in July and in October you could see he was done fighting. My life changed when I went to see him and the nurses told me to get Hospice. I never wanted to hear those words. …

As a kid growing up, I always thought I was safe. I thought nothing could hurt me. As I got older, with each scrape of the knee and each fall, I found that I was wrong. You're born with no fear, but this world creates that fear slowly as you grow older.

I was eleven. Hurricane Katrina was dancing in the Gulf of Mexico. I lived all the way …

"We don't have scars as writers we have cuts we pick the scab off and bleed all over the stage" -Ethan Rivera
I write all the time I always have. Write to get it out, to speak my mind. Spoken word gives writing life. Open mic's become home. My life changed the first time i shared my life on a mic.

After a short but profound debilitating strike against my health several years ago, I found myself floundering through life. Having been a self-proclaimed driven person, getting that sick, so quickly and, without a doubt, life-threatening, I was forced to slow down and rethink what I was doing with my life.

To make matters worse, I, along with 15 other people were laid off due to the recent recession. …

They say that children should be still, not heard
But since the age of two, my fight has been
To make my presence felt, to speak some word,
To make some gesture, that I might be seen.

Five decades later, still I sorely grieve.
The earliest image I am able
Forth from memory's storehouse to retrieve:
My family sitting at a table.

They turn their heads from me, …

I had to be 6 years old and was abused by a Step Mother that was suffering from Post Partum Depression. After she moved out my 4 year old sister and I stood in the hallway and placed our hand on the Bible and Swore that no one would ever hit us again except for our real parents. If anyone ever hit us again, we would run away. My little …
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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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