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Baskin Robins makes a pistachio ice cream with almonds. Others use cherry or almond syrup or synthetic flavorings to simulate pistachio taste. Hagen Daz pistachio ice cream is white. Are you kidding me?

What’s wrong with these people? The perfect pistachio ice cream requires the simplest of ingredients—pistachios. Green pistachios.

But ahh Italy. Now, they understand pistachio. I still vividly remember our trip four years ago. Each …

I discovered a small miracle on an ordinary Sunday last year:

I was living in a modest one bedroom apartment. I was broke, and while the closest Laundromat was only a five minute drive, I couldn’t afford the luxury. By the end of the month, after paying rent, utilities, and college loans, I could barely scratch together enough cash for a movie.

So, when necessary I would …

Jesus looked 40 feet tall as I floated above him. The Florida waters were warm, and I kicked my finned feet, listened to my breath pass in and out of the snorkel and the crinkling crystalline sound of water lapping against my body. I watched the others around me descend to touch the underwater Christ of the Abyss, though it seemed so very far away. I was five. Everything looked …

During the summer of 2010 I was a counselor at the summer camp where I had spent the majority of my childhood summers. Throughout the week we held programs for girls and on the weekends, mothers and their young daughters could come to experience camp for a couple of days together. It was on one of these weekends that I was struck by the most profound realization of …

Wandering lost and heartbroken through the west village, trying to lose myself and this profound sense of loss in its quaint beauty, i walked past a shop window and paused. the cat statue in the window looked so real that i had to double back and really look at its suppleness. it was real fur, but had none of the stiffness of a stuffed creature. that is one skilled taxidermist, …

Listening to the resounding vibrations of the Tibetan Bowl that concludes every session at Yoga to the People, attempting to melt into the floor as the sound washes over me, I contemplate the quote of the evening. It seemed unusually long, and discussed/described the nature of love as being like the plant that grows in the warmth of love, and ripens with its sweetness, is cut away from its roots …

We all have those days, born from the frustration of merely existing, where we experience the most bizarre and upsetting realities. Everyday, as I walk the streets of New York City, I pass the writhing, dirty masses of the underworld, of a subterranean landscape of mental illness and social irresponsibility. We can walk by, walk away, but no matter where you turn, it finds you and confronts you. Humanity is …

So many family secrets finally being brought out into the light so that we can all finally, hopefully deal with and move past them.

"The three of us were playing. We were all laughing so hard until our stomachs hurt. But then you collapsed.

I woke up the next morning and you sister was gone.

The whole family went to your guys' funeral. I know you're twins and were born at the same time but no one expected you to die at the same time.

They told me that I could …

May 3, 2010 4:00pm

I was at work at the flower shop. A coworker and I were …

5 Years Old: I walked into the kitchen. My mom turned to me and asked if I wanted grape or strawberry jelly on my PB&J sandwich. My body tensed and was suddenly on fire, my head was so uncomfortable - not in pain - just so uncomfortable that I had to get "it" out. I started scratching at my skull, pulling out my hair, biting up and down my arms, …

I admit it. The numero uno reason I didn’t leave or kick him out and put a tremendous amount of energy into working things out was not the kids or money (we had none of either), or love or compassion or religion and nope, not the goodness of my heart. The only way I could guarantee she would feel like the discarded cheapness she is was by making …

I recognised his car pulling out from the next junction, & my heart flew up into my throat & then somersaulted back down into my chest. Didn't think that sort of thing was real, just in books. I certainly never expected to experience it. As I drove, I swore all the way to my destination as I was already married to some one else.

Complications, guilt, frustration, pain …

We walk hand in hand through the rain, the river raging beside us. You tell me your mother used to say that God brings sunshine when kids play outside. The story makes me smile, because I can picture her saying it when you were little. We stop on the muddy trail to watch the powerful current rush by. A gust of moist wind chills my spine so I nestle myself …

"You can stay here in this shit hole, living on a mattress, or you can come home with me." said my father on the day he picked me up in the scoop of Eastern KY. The morning after I got out of jail. I clenched my teeth and packed my Penguin book collection, with half-ripped covers of Huckleberry, Karenina and the House of Usher an into the milk …

I approached the room with an anticipation that made me have to remind myself to breath. Having crossed half the world and half a lifetime to get to the Vatican, I kept pinching myself that I was actually going to see the work of the Master genious. As we were ushered into the Sistine Chapel, I searched for the ceiling's central panel. There it was.. the moment …

I remember looking at him with a sudden clarity, as if a veil had lifted from my blind eyes.
“I don’t love you anymore, we need to break up.” I said. I could feel heavy chains break loose from my vocal cords. I was free. Those words came from an enduring truth within my heart. It had taken me three years. I remember he looked surprised, but not sad, …

I pull my blankets tightly around my head to try and drown out the noise. I can’t hear their muffled words, but I can tell that he’s angry. My room is dark and serene, nothing like the chaos that must be going on in the next room. But the sound bleeds through the walls into my ears. My chest tightens with anxiety. He is blaming her for something, I can …

Purple flashes in so many of my childhood memories; the lavender color of my dress in kindergarten, the velvety flowers blooming from my mother’s morning glory vines, the grape otter pops no one ever wanted in day care, and the amethyst pendant I used to wear religiously until the chain broke and it was lost forever. From these memories of purple, the most vivid memory is associated with my lifelong …

In 1968 there was this little moment when this thought popped into my head, "Photograph the President of the United States." At 16 years of age, after having just discovered that photography was way cooler than I'd ever imagined, I'd asked myself the question, "What would I most like to do with a camera?" It was the day my first ever published pictures appeared, on the front page, no less. …
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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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