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Stood in rain, washed worries away.

The sun wasn’t up yet, but my entire household was. Today was moving day. In an effort to not forget anything, my bags had been packed for nearly two weeks and placed in the car the night before last. I was in the expected “stay busy and keep moving so you don’t cry” mode and delayed the inevitable tears, even as they were beginning to build. …

I was in our backyard, trimming the rose of sharon, a bush that had become unruly with my neglect. Weeds twisted around the flowers, practically concealing them. My hands were deep inside the branches when a wasp flew up my shirt. I tried to shake it out from the bottom but it stung me repeatedly, and I started to laugh. I laughed so hard, I sat down in the grass, …

I was working as a teacher for emotionally disturbed students. My heart was broken because I knew that the six and a half hours I had with them was not solving the problems and the horrors they were facing when they went home at the end of the day. I could love them, hold them, teach them, but the long nights, weekends and holidays weighed on my heart …

It was the third shower of the day. Before work. After work. And now, before bed.

My hands were cracked, bleeding. My legs and arms itched. But I still needed to wash, scrub away whatever grime or germ might be hanging on for dear life.

Hold the soap, wash the hands and rinse. I was lathering my hands again when the soap slipped, out of my …

The summer before 8th grade my life changed forever. My best friend informed me her brother was in a coma after a sever alcohol poisoning. She informed me his blood alcohol level was .43. The pressure from his "friends" and other sister gave him the finial push to drink and do drugs. As with most drunk people, he said something his "friends" didn't like. …

Tiffani smelled like cigarette smoke and perm. She lived in a trailer. It was good manners that forced me to accept an invitation to Tiffani's slumber party. I was the only girl who showed up that night.
Tiffani spent the first few hours crying and calling the other girls from school "tramps" and "cunts" for not coming to her party. She told me …

I remember my moment like it was yesterday, sitting in my room with a little table that had paints an a canvas on it. I only knew what I wanted the background to be as I kept painting more an more ideas rushing to my head on what this painting could be like, then it come to me I want it to be about LIFE, the one thing I will …

She had no idea that the next choice that she would make would be the choice that has created her to become someone new. She picked up the knife off the desk and put it to her arm without hesitation, before she knew what she was doing her arm was covered in blood. She starts to breathe heavily stunned by what she has just done. She washes the blood off …

I was leaning against a stonewall of a house in the streets of Manayunk, Philadelphia when I reached the culmination of the past four months of my life. Holding on to the wall with one hand, and my royal-purple scarf with the other, I vomited. Then I vomited again. I felt the hand of the boy I had a massive crush on rubbing my back, hoping he …

We were driving to St. John's, my hometown. As usual, we were running disrespectfully late. All my family would be there for Easter dinner. The two hour drive presented us the opportunity to tackle the issue; actually, it created the requirement that a decision be made. We discussed options with the calm intensity dictated by the circumstances. Were we discussing my options or our options? …

I am a 44 yr old woman that just started living her life and wanting to live it. For a very long time I didn't want to live, all I wanted was alcohol, drugs, making stupid desicions and never took responsibility for nothing. Sitting at a bar all day getting so drunk that I can't remember nothing was a good time to me. I did it just about every night. …

It happened one night when I was seventeen. In a single moment, the lightbulb went on and the big iron doors to my soul clanged shut. In that single moment everything suddenly made sense.

I guess I had been depressed even as an infant, and certainly suicidal since the age of eight. Nothing terribly dramatic, or bloody, but my pillow was soaked with tears as night …

Dad, your hands are as big as shovels.’
Dad looks first at one side of his hand, then the other, inspecting them like a map. Opening one palm up, he reaches out to me. I place my small hand in his, palm up: it looks like a snowflake in a desert. His hands are tough and battered, like the moors he had taken me too when I was younger. The …
The unavoidable cliche ... "I don't love you anymore" followed by the mandatory "I'm sorry." For as long as I'll admit to remember he was my reason for everything... for completing a joint degree, for moving half way across the world and back again! Like I said, everything. Marriage proposals, life-long promises, countless tears and "I love you's" down a telephone wire. One would think that all that combined …

Vegan. Vegetarian. Freak. Pale. Unhealthy. Need I go on? These are some of the words used to describe people who choose to live a life without consuming meat and/or animal products.
I grew up in a very “meat-eating” household. Carnivore is not the correct term, as we also ate other things, so the correct term would be omnivore. We had some …

I noticed things were different in second grade. I was being asked to show off a double chin. I knew what the other kids asked, so I played dumb and didn't do it the right way. If I knew then what I knew now. Oh that statement we say to ourselves. I would've stopped myself and saved myself from the painful words and hate for myself. Second grade I would …

I hadn't been married for very long when my wife suggested that we take off two months to go backpacking in Indonesia.

In principle, this didn't strike me as a crazy idea. I thought of myself as a seasoned traveler. Ten years earlier, before I'd met Deborah, I was in Nigeria when a failed coup left the president dead, the borders closed, and me accused of spying for …

It was a beautiful day; I was at school eating lunch with my friends. My girlfriend and I had broken up and she told me that she loved me and wanted to get back together so I was in a great mood, however my girlfriend’s best friend kept glancing at me. Later I pulled her off to the side and asked what was wrong, she tried to play it off …

I was on gmail talking to my friend. That night, I had a breakdown. My life is a complete mess, and I'm sick of it. He reminded me that I have a lot to live for, and that my friends loved me. I, being me, said "what if i were to move to France or just... disappear, would my friends' lives really change that much?"
"Yes, we would all miss …
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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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