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It took 34 years of living, 19 years of dating and well over 1000 first dates to find my soul mate. Our first date was July 5, he proposed September 5 and we were married December 4.

I never thought I wanted kids. This surprised many people. I have worked with kids in many different capacities throughout life. Most recently, as a dance and cheer coach. I was …

There were ten years in my family without children when I was born in 1957. My brother Ken was twelve and Cosette (Coco) was ten. I was so much younger than everyone else, I felt like I did not fit in. Everyone had a role but me.

I have fond memories of my mother singing to me. I remember the songs like it was yesterday. “One night when …

My Mom had been waiting several hours for me to show up for lunch at the carriage house apartment that I rented for her two blocks from my office, when I finally arrive. She had to re heat the red skinned potatoes and meat loaf ( ”several times”) that she had been preparing ( “all morning”), since I agreed I would come. I smelled the familiar meal …

A moment. A short period in time that something happens that changes everything. A moment. My moment...I met you.
I met you on the second night of college; I met you when I still had no friends, when I had already grew tired of eating meals alone. I had decided to go for a walk hoping that maybe I would run into somebody, hoping maybe that I might make a …

In the spring of 2006, many stories were coming out in the news about our wounded warriors who had fought in Iraq and Afghanistan and were coming back to VA and military hospitals in the US that were underfunded, overpopulated and couldn't properly care for them. Sometimes things strike a chord with you in life. I knew I had to do something to help.

These …

High school football changed a lot of guy's lives, but for me, the moment came later... the next afternoon when I was sleepy from staying up too late after the game. I was driving along a narrow, winding river road that paralleled the Arkansas River in south-central Kansas.

The afternoon was warm. A drowsy kind of day we sometimes got in autumn, and I was following my older brother, …

The moment that changed my life most profoundly was the moment my mother died. She breathed out and never took another breath in - we were all there by her side - waiting for her to take in another breath. Even though she had been sick for years - it was such a shock. Everyone you love dies too soon.

By the time I was eleven I had decided on and similarly discarded several career goals. Santa never did bring me that plastic medical bag I always wanted and being a princess pretty much flew out the window when Prince Charles wed in July of that year.

Since I loved to argue my family figured I'd end up being a lawyer, which sounded just as good as anything …

The moment I saw my father in the casket, his death became real. The results of the pending autopsy were made irrelevant. The outcome was the same. There would be no more moments between us. No more harsh words exchanged. No more tearful apologies. No more bad jokes. No avoiding his phone calls. He taught me to ride a bike. Put our hair in crooked pigtails when my mom went …

My wife worries.



I worry.



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To use a phrase I picked up from M. Scott Peck - I was a freakishly religious kid.



All it really was was an early submersion in a rich network of symbols which I've used to express my understanding about the world I'd been given. It was good... …

I was twelve the summer my family vacationed in Warren, VT and crashed my bike. My dad and I rented bikes from in nearby Greensboro and set out for an hour-long ride on a perfectly paved black road, while my mother and younger brother, then eight, stayed home. There was a problem with the brakes on my bike—they were sticking a lot and causing the bike to wobble violently every …

Once wrapped in a cocoon of happiness I would start my days worshiping the sun and my nights caressing the moon. Unlike the ethereal family portrait taken just two weeks before my moment, the picture of my life shattered and I've been walking on broken glass and fragments of metal since. The only sign of my life, it seems, is the bloody foot prints I leave …

It was a Thursday, when I left, but it wasn’t until Friday that I arrived.

The inbetween time seemed to last as long as it did.

For thirty hours, I existed in a state of limbo, knowing that if it wasn’t now, it would never be.

The first seven hours had been spent at airport number one.

I wasn’t accomplishing anything, but …

Game Over

When I was little, my favorite game was Hide-and-Seek. If I was It, I’d finish counting, open my eyes, and find the world had become possibility: every closed door or blind corner could reveal the one I sought. When hiding, I’d hold myself as still as prey in some dark place, listening for the footsteps of my pursuer. Either way, my heart would pound like mad.
When …

I was ten years old and home from school with a bad cold. I woke up and heard female voices through the floor transom which brought up heat from the fireplace below. I pullled myself quietly out of bed and put my ear to the small warm opening. I recognized mama's voice and realized she was talking to her favorite sister. In hushed tones, I heard mama …

Another bad break-up. How much can a 30-something year old woman take? So much wasted time on losers and potheads!
The Fall of 2008 found me headed on a serious path of destruction. My boyfriend decided to ditch me on our one year anniversary to hang out with his buddies. He seemed to find solace in drinking since his ex best friend was just killed in a drunken motorcycle …

Sitting on the front porch of Woodford house. Its September 23 and its my fifth birthday. Autumn leaves are falling, house is lively behind me with sounds of family readying my birthday party. I think, "I am happy."
I also think, "Remember this."
I do.

It is September 3rd, fifth day of my sophomore year. I am sitting, window-side, next to a girl that I met at a birthday party in June and then completely forgot about until Monday of this week. She is sits close to me, only a few inches away, and we chatter with our friends, across the aisle of the bus, over our shoulders. She is an average girl with pretty …

I was 14 and going to a dance at the teen center. It was a hot summer night. My turquoise skirt twirled as I spun around. As we danced to Blue Moon, my dance partner's hands moved from the back of my waist to my ass. I realized at that moment that I was no longer a little girl.

Maybe I'm 8 or 9, the same age my daughter is now. She's smarter than I was, though, Says she never wants to grow up -- she's figured out things get harder. Not me, I couldn't wait to to for the next phase, to get to whoever I was going to be. I carried my vision of an older, better me everywhere -- to the grocery store where I knew …
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Moments from the SMITH Community

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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