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I was in a car for over eight hours on my way to a missions trip. The two weeks before a classmate had died, my uncle's cancer returned and two boys drowned in the same pool my brother was in. God had to give me answers before I was going to give hime anything, let alone a week of worship and service. But that ride slowly thawed …

They waited until 8th grade to get me tested. After 6 hours of homework a night and struggling in every subject I finaly get help. After 7 years of straight As they said, "You're smart, so we can't help you". I don't care care if it took hours and hours, even though I was in fith grade, I would get an A, because thats who I am.

"You are …

I attended a nursing home Christmas party this week and was very moved by the residents and their families. I shot these all without a flash so as to not disturb the events or invade privacy; faces have been disguised to help maintain the dignity of the participants.

This was a life-changing event. Before, while visiting my mom-in-law, I would advert my eyes when passing residents. Somehow it seemed …

I was visiting my Pops in Boston after he had a heart attack last summer, and checking my email on my mother’s computer. Nestled in-between countless Facebook emails about events in cities that I will never attend, I discovered a message entitled: Proposal From a Local Stranger.
Yes, back in Santa Fe, New Mexico, a woman whom I had never met, but according to Facebook, …

Thirty-something years of an brutally unhappy marriage ended when I secretly drove away in the darken day just before the sun awakened. The new love of my life came via Amazon and we dated playing Spades on Yahoo. We've had ten amazing years of love, laughter, and life. Who ever said that LOVE was just for the younger generation?

I breathed a sigh of relief as I stopped typing for a minute. How easy the ideas were coming on this chapter of my dissertation. I gave a little thanks to the powers that be as I stared out at the black night framed by the basement window I knew so well after my three years immured here in the doctoral student dungeon.
Was it going to …

Sitting alone in Madison Square Garden, the decision to see him, pulled out of despair. I couldn't hear the Dalai Lama, the crowd was too loud. I just saw his hand reaching out over and over. I knew then what I had to do. "I must help, I must help.".

By the time you reach 50, you will have lived long enough to amass an incredibly vast collection of moments. 26,297,438.3 million of them to be exact. It is no wonder then that, over time, the memories associated with those moments fade. They have to. Otherwise, you would spend your days remembering rather than doing.

Beyond half a century, what you get to keep is a Cliff …

The story of the past fourteen years of my life always comes back to a single moment. I am 26 years old. I’ve rushed down on my lunch hour from my temp job at an architectural firm to look at the work-study board at New York University. Like every important decision I’ve ever made in my life I’ve put it off as long as possible. In a month or so, …

My husband died of an unexpected heart attack on December 26, 2006. He was 35 years old. When the paramedics took him to the hospital I didn't go in the ambulance with him because we had a two year old daughter and I wanted to make sure to change her diaper before I left so she wouldn't get diaper rash, not knowing if the next door neighbor would …

At the end of the class hour, one of the English teachers ushered me into the principal’s office. It looked like every other principal’s office I had visited since I arrived in Japan that summer: a heavy brown desk in the back, several metal bookshelves along the walls, and a low coffee table with couches in the front.
“Dozo. Please,” the principal said, gesturing towards the couches.Read more »

Face down on burgundy carpet, I hold on to the floor and come unhinged. The carpet, circa 80-something, is full of lint and the girl pup’s hair which is sticking to my cheeks en masse thanks to a tear/snot adhesive. An old burn mark in the shape of an iron is about a foot away. I turn my head and concentrate on it, trying not to look …

In 2008, less than two months apart, the two most important men in my life, my dad and my husband, died. While neither death was sudden or unexpected, it was shocking all the same...and the moment the numbness finally wore off, my only thought was "now what?!".

I wake up in the middle of the night, as I often do, and walk slowly down the steps of the long staircase. I am eight years old. I come to join my father, who sits at his desk in his office, listening to a man’s voice coming from a very small radio. The sound is muffled. The words sound detached. Sentences go up and down in a rhythm foreign …

The 2 foot hunks of 2 X 4s hammered into the maple tree were easy to scale. Grabbing on to the platform fourteen feet up took more effort. Mostly because my twin brother Danny and his best friend Gregg were trying to stomp on my fingers. For crying outloud, some welcome for their newest member of their club.

When I finally scrambled onboard I screamed, “Why is this …

The turning point in my long, bumpy and still-unfinished spiritual journey began on a bright summer day when I exited a busy highway outside Sturgis, South Dakota, and headed north into the seemingly infinite horizon of the Great Plains. I was in my 20s and quite certain that the spiritual world was inconsequential compared to modern progress with its scientific, rational explanations for all things.

Freshly hired as a …

The house was quiet. It was the “spec” home in the development. Dad got a deal. Suburban 70s and we had moved in. Dog. Kids and all. It was the center of our world. It was my mother’s garden, neat, trimmed,
dusted, smelling of baked bread on weekends. It was full and full of babies, teens, squabbles and all out fistfights but never, not once had I ever known, …

It's said there are no coincidences; everything happens for a reason. I don't know about that. I’ve never been one to bandy about pithy nuggets of wisdom. Life's experiences are far too complex to be whittled down to nine words. I prefer to think that what happened on the morning of October 20, 2004 was a keying error, a simple mistake; that the telephone call was synchronal, possibly even serendipitous, …

Three gents filled my heart with delight,
My romantic soul loved each at first sight;
Tragedy struck, almost died,
Non-ringing phone, soul cried,
Alas, three Mr. Wrongs don't make Mr. Right.

Do you remember the day you yelled at me for being on the phone too long? That was the day that he called crying. Do you relize what you did as you grabbed my phone after two hours of talking and shut it off? I bet you don't.

You know he called crying. He called saying he was holding the gun in his hand. …
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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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