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I was the one kid who stepped forward to pet the Bengal Tiger. I wore six guns, one on each hip and I also slung a rifle. Darth Vader shampoo dispenser. I had Mick. We shared a red bean bag chair. There was that christmas. The tree before, with the cat below, and the tree after. She wore a look, exhausted and elated by the fruits of her labor. Spent …

Living is beauty... under

things protested

water clouds of colour,

light, mental nutrition

essence of shifting

noplaces to a nowhere.

I packed my bags haphazardly, not really caring about the clothes I was bringing. Most of them I left for my sister, since soon none of them would fit me anyway. Dad was waiting downstairs alone. Alyson, my older sister, had left for school hours ago, and my step-mother was out of town. Her stipulation was that I be gone by the time she got back. They could've put me …

I had been away from home for three hours. My heart was light as I drove the short distance from Moore Hall to our quaint little campus apartment. My speech had gone well and the euphoric relief of having it over with flooded through me. Better yet, I was on my way home to my three week old angel and my husband of almost two years. Becoming a mom was …

My doctor called and said the blood tests came back positive. He was sending me to a Rheumatologist. He said I had a genetic marker that is "strongly associated with Ankylosying Spondylitis" and I needed a specialist.

I was unprepared for my body betraying me. I slowly backed out of weekly hikes with girlfriends because I walked slowly and in pain, I avoided the stairs to …

I am a 17 year old male from North America. I am not a very gregarious person, to be frank. I have friends, and enjoy the company of them, but I do not feel particularly pushed to make new ones right now. I enjoy jazz and latin music, quiet, the rain, reading philosophy, and being alone in my basement. I am also a fitness enthusiast and I regularly engage in …

I was only 13. life wasnt as easy as i wished it could have been, pain and hate was my only reminder that i lived she was new a muse in every sense she created a gap between my pain and heart and it was only filled with lust and joy. she became mine a few months thereafter but soon tht gap became a whole and tht joy turned to …

This moment had arrived before most people had finished their breakfast. In fact, I myself hadn't enjoyed breakfast or even a coffee yet. After two less than ideal deliveries, I was going into the hospital for a scheduled cesarean section at 5 am. Unusual for an August morning, we drove slowly through thick fog, almost hitting a black cat that was leisurely traversing the road. After …

That life is a story
wondering if i am truly the anitvasin after all these years of standing out side looking in so that I wouldn't be sucked in to whatever it is I fear now thinking that perhaps I am a trekker knowing the moving is life and a story worth sharing.

That life is a story
wondering now if i am truly the anitvasin after all these years of standing out side looking in so that I wouldn't be sucked in to whatever it is I fear now thinking that perhaps I am a trekker knowing the moving is life and a story worth sharing.

I was at the after-party following the after-party following my 5th year college reunion in Washington, D.C. During the weekend I had met a mutual friend of my college roommate, also in our class. For some reason, though we knew many of the same people and had the same major, we hadn't officially met in school, but we learned we lived just blocks away from each other now in New …

In 2009, I was not looking forward to the holidays. Dreading it, in fact. My first Christmas alone, without the man I shared it with for so many years. I avoided the music, the baking, the laughter and the joy that comes during this time of the year. I was borderline depressed and no matter how much I smiled, it was like every candy cane …

"You jump first", "No, YOU jump first", the guys were arguing. As I watched the guys banter back and forth, I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a leap of faith off the cliff, plummeting into the water. "SSSHHHIIIIT, shit, shit, shit!” I screamed from below. I instantly clasped my hands around my ankle and let out a shrieking cry. In this very moment my life as a …

She knew she was dying. I was in denial.

One afternoon as her nurses were rolling her to radiotherapy, she signaled them to pause. Words were difficult for her; not to think them, but to say them. One of the tumors on her brain limited her ability to translate thoughts to verbal communication. She could write, but not always speak her mind.

She signaled me over, …

Tuesday, September 28th 2010. It was eight o’clock on a school night, and I was at my Aunt Jane’s house. My Uncle Sean had not been dead ten hours. He fought leukemia for 2 ½ years. I, however, had only heard this news when I got home from field hockey practice which had ended two hours before. I was a mess.

I, the favorite cousin, was sent over to …

As I rushed to an appointment, I raced my car though a very yellow light just on the cusp of turning red. I thought for sure I had made it. The lights of the police car behind me told me I was wrong. I nervously told my six-year-old daughter in the back seat that everything was okay. She didn't seem concerned. As the officer approached my window he asked, …

My mother had been dying for a year. And there she was, lying in her hospital bed, already half gone. Here eyes not able to look straight at me, her mind in another dimension. I couldn't bear looking at her this way. I was 16 years old, and this wasn't the picture of my mother that I wanted to keep forever. It was my last moment with her, I knew. …

A single image, a turning point.

A life time of abuse, pain, insult. When is enough enough. When do people just shut the fuck up and quit telling about forgiveness. My life was stolen from me and I will never get it back. Anger ate at me. I was so perfect. So righteous. Until the roof fell in, the floor disappeared and I had hurt someone. Something I did mattered enough to another person to actually …

Stood in rain, washed worries away.
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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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