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Ignored the so obvious symptoms until the siren wailed in the background…the cries to follow, continue today. November 26, 2003, a Thursday, the last Thursday of the month. Meaningless to some. So meaningful to others. Thanksgiving Day. Pop-Pop’s birthday. The yellow cake with different colored jellos dripped throughout via straws. Drip too, did our tears that day, and every day since. …

With the weight of a car upon my chest, a seizure, I begged to hold my newborn. As Doctor placed her in my arms, I knew my life’s path.

Let me try to tell it plainly enough. I was a very premature, low birth weight baby born in 1961. I was not breathing at birth. The doctor who delivered me resuscitated me. I survived, but with some brain damage to the motor area of my brain and a diagnosis of Cerebral Palsy. I do not have severe C.P. by any means, and I live independently. But …

'GOD: Few people understand the rhythms of life more than women. Women live their whole lives by rhythm. They are IN rhythm with life itself.

Women are more able to 'go with the flow' than men. Men want to push, pull, resist, DIRECT the flow. Women EXPERIENCE it -then mold with it to produce harmony. A woman hears the melody of flowers in the wind. She sees the beauty …

Waiting for our parents, we mulled around a small courtyard between gray shadows of decades old buildings in the Bronx of the 1970's. Each of us in black flood length pants, wrinkled white short-sleeve shirt, skinny black tie and yarmulke. This was the calling card clothing of our faith, which also called out for ridicule.
When my mom or dad couldn’t pick me up from Yeshiva, …

Doctor Jim called.
"Please come in today."
40 minutes later
"... How soon can you have your affairs in order?"
28 years later
"Dad, tell us that story again.".

I see a guy with a bionic leg and I say, “Thank you for your service,” and he says, “I got hit by a train.”
And as I’m flash-frozen he says, “Your face looks like mine did right before I got hit,” and he turns and walks away leaving me standing with my assumption.

Her breath went out, but it didn't go back in again. I grabbed my brothers' hands and squeezed before going back to breakfast. Strangely, when she took her last breath, I could breathe again. It was then that I realized that sorrow and relief could exist in a single moment. That pain and joy are not mutually exclusive. Death and hope are not enemies. And that is when I learned …

A seagull flies over my head stretching her white wings. The sand looks like grains of brown sugar washed by tides of dark café au lait, crowned by white peaks of foam. The river-as-wide as a sea opens itself before me, the River Plate I have seen through my window every day for 27 years. I have borne witness to its changes in mood, color, and tide. I have seen …

It started when I was around eight and gradually got worse by age nine. Then the summer after I turned 10, there was no turning back. Thinking about it now, I realize there were signs, but I was either too young to comprehend them, or I was just in denial. but when IT happened... It didn't surprise me as much as I think it could've. 

It was one HOT …

Because I was preparing for a short weekend road trip, I started my usual day off chores on Friday.  I trimmed the gardens, cut the grass and used the blower to put the finishing touches to the yard.  Inadvertently I  covered my Chevy Tahoe with dust, making it unsuitable for traveling with guest.  The only solution was to wake up earlier than planned, on my day off, and head to …

A friend and I were recently talking about dating in our 30's. "I know what exactly what I want now," she said. "And I'm not willing to settle for anything less." We both agreed that our 20's were filled with 'less.' Men who gave us less love, less support, less communication, less confindence than we needed. My friend had reached a powerful place in this new decade of life. She …

Dad lived with us during his final years with Alzheimer's Disease. We watched as the illness peeled away his personality like layers of an onion. At his core, he was still a gentle, wonderful man, even when he did not recognize us.
As I helped him into bed one night, Dad started talking in his oh-so-fake voice - the one that he would put on with increasing frequency to …

One bright, sun-kissed afternoon in the den of my friend's abode, I sat smugly upon his couch with my arms spread out along the top, and watched as the pixels that created the illusion of the world outside my body melted away into an inexplicable abyss that was neither there nor here, now nor then, nor ever. And in this most peculiar realm, within about five seconds' time, it …

He was the man I was looking for. Dark-skinned, eyes closed by the sun, but still as observant as an eagle's.
As I looked through the piece of glass at the person on the other side, I remember thinking "This man is gonna change my life, and I am gonna change his if he will let me".
Was he a concert pianist, a biologist, a Grammar teacher, or a …

When we looked up in the sky and saw that shooting star i said.."make a wish." Once it had gone I had asked what you had wished for. Your answer..simple..You had said, "you". At that moment my life changed as my wish was the same, simple..for you too.

No matter how many times i may Call you, Cry and say i love you... I realized im just fooling myself to thinking you could change and be the dad i needed you to be. Internaly your there.. In the back of my mind and heart but physicaly no. No matter how many times you hurted me and didnt care i still love you and will be there.

I’m a seventh grader at a Texas public school on the morning an announcement comes over the school’s crackling PA system.
“All seventh-grade minority students, report to the cafeteria.” It’s an odd request to say the least, but we do as we’re told. We are accustomed to following the PA system’s commands.
At the cafeteria, the school principal and vice-principals—all white—are there waiting for us. There are a few minutes …

I was totally taken by surprise as the marakame proceeded to extract from my body what appeared to be five smoky gray rock crystals, which he later described as bad energy, to be disposed of in another ritual in the Sierra Madre Mountains. (After hearing this story, some members of my family began to believe that Dhani has rocks in his head!.)

It's interesting to note that in Australia …

Come again? You have a strange way of expressing yourself.

Thank God! For I always go to God, by the by, before I write my memoirs. I'm not like my hero FRANK SINATRA, Doing it MY way. I'd rather do it God's way, then there's less chance of goofing up.

OK, enough with the religion, tell me what happened after you got booted out of the military for …
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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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