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When I was about seven or eight years old, my father and I engaged in a storytelling ritual about a little boy. We shared a new adventure each night as he roamed the farms and forests of a far away place, befriending foxes, dogs, and sheep. At some point I realized that this young boy was in fact my father, but we tacitly agreed to keep his identity …

The ballet was called Serenade, and I danced it with a tall blond named David who could watch a dance once and memorize exactly what he had to do. It was the kind of ballet I was perfect for, without Martha Graham contractions or Balanchine pirouettes, without unitards or gongs. It was pure Ashton or Macmillan, something that could have been danced in France or Russia fifty years ago. It …

I remember one of my favorite television shows as a kid. The Dukes of Hazzard. Cousins Bo and Luke drove around the county of Hazzard, always evading and outsmarting the corrupt and incompetent Boss Hogg with their beautiful cousin Daisy by their side.

Can you guess who the real star of that show was? The General Lee. I had to look up that it was a 1969 modified Dodge …

Some people might claim they’ve had an angel on their shoulder. In 2007 I had one planting thoughts in my head.

“If you want your life to change, you have to change your life.”

I heard that every time I lit a cigarette that summer. And I ignored it—just as I ignored the other voices in my head that year—the ones that said, “open a third …

I tightly grasped a cheap ball point pen and scrawled across the paper with my stubby, weak 4 year-old hands, a happy face. I glanced up at my grandmother, and giggled. She giggled back. I have been drawing everyday since then.

Dear Jason,

Did I ever tell you about the first time that I ever held a baby? Well, that baby happened to be you. It’s true. I had managed to go thirty years without ever having to hold an infant. It was a secret. No one knew, not even Mom. But a lifetime of ducking from what I perceived as the awkward responsibility of supporting the baby’s head, …

When I was pregnant with my first child, I had the most amazing dream. It was on a day before that time when we found out the sex of our child, but my dream revealed my child's gender as clearly and confidently as though it were a verified procedure.
I was walking on a sunny afternoon along a curvy, twisty, bumpy street looking up at looming, quirky, …

My heart was already broken, and I never thought it would be fixed. The week after I declined saying "Heh. Hunnny, you gotta do a bit better than that. You're competing against six billion other people", she tried to commit suicide. The next day, she told be everything. The depression, the scars, the thoughts. We texted late into the night, every night for two weeks. On December 23rd, at 10:54pm, …

It was Tuesday, January 28, 1986, at 11:38 a.m. This was my first day back to school as a teacher of children in the gifted education program since having a miscarriage at 10 weeks gestation one week before.
Our little school building, the East Area Alpha Center, was located high on a ridge in Lake Wales, Florida. Tuesdays were the days that all the kindergarten and first grade students …

Behind a Chinese restaurant, next to the parish rectory by my Catholic grade school, there was a wall. On that wall were snails. Kids from school would go to the wall to collect these snails. As a boy, I went to the wall once to collect some for myself.

I don’t remember what my intentions were for the snails, or what grade I was in, but I do …

The bus stop wasn't even a mile from my house, but of course I wanted to walk to it alone when I was 6-years-old. My dad wasn't really feeling that option, but, God bless him, he let me on my way. We were living in Massachusetts, our first place outside of New York, and it was a big deal to be in the suburbs. Still, old suspicions die hard and …

PARIS is like a lover you can never really know...
always allusive, taking hold of you, with no concrete return on your passion, energy or investment.

I grew up in Seattle, went to college in Philly, and never wanted to live anywhere in the world expect in Paris, which is where I picked up and promptly disembarked to upon graduation, with only my portfolio and camera gear in hand. …

The word mystical means that knowledge of reality is attainable by direct revelation, by insight, without the use of the five senses. Even experiences with astral spiders Mystical experiences are more common the we think. Many people keep these experiences to themselves and with good reason.

What people do not understand is often ridiculed.Making your mystical experiences known when working a traditional job has some risk. Do not despair, …

I had waited a long time to get my first car. I was driving the family car for a long time and I couldn't wait to get my own. My family of four were constantly trying to use the car for school, work, and other endeavors. I felt like I needed to have my own car for two main reasons. Freedom and Responsibility. This was a time in my life …

My friends got me into a construction job the summer after finishing high school. After a few months, my hands knew the routine, and my mind was free to wander. My dad had died a few years before, and mom seemed most concerned about me following her rules. I was feeling especially unloved one day when my Catholic upbringing paid off, or was it a song, but …

What do we mean when we use the word soul? What is the indescribable quality we intend to convey? Humans have souls; music has soul. Does a hummingbird?
In The Meaning of Meaning, a seminal book on language and thought first published in 1923, C.K. Ogden argues that words, in themselves, have no meaning. Rather they are symbols of thought. Oh! Of course: why hadn’t …

The patrolman walking toward our car on that vacant, early morning highway in Illinois was at least six feet tall, with thick shoulders and muscled arms that looked like they belonged to a heavyweight boxer. He wore a brown ranger hat that matched his short-sleeve uniform and had on reflector sunglasses that made it impossible to see his eyes.

Dad rolled down his window.

“How …

The minute I found out my nice was in coma after her mother broke 9 ribs with her finger, dislocated her hips, crack her skull and finally broke her fimur bone by pressing down with her body. The second I become aunt and mom to 2 month baby girl that can walk, can talk, can eat, and live a normal life.The day I …

I remember the exact moment I knew that my husband did not love me and never would.

The proof was in a packet of photos I had just picked up from CVS. Getting back the thick envelopes, I remember the eagerness and excitement I felt to see my two year old’s beautiful face shining with joy as she blew out the candles, opened her presents and …

I’m leaning against the wall, next to the phone, trying to stop crying. I dab my cheeks with my left sleeve, then check my watch. I need to hurry.

This is the sixth time I’ve tried to make this call. The first four times, I hung up before the machine kicked in. The fifth, I made it until after the beep, but I was crying so hard, all that …
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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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