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(WARNING: Somewhat explicit dialogue to follow.)

35 years ago, I began my second semester of my freshman high school year at a new school. I had already been uprooted the previous year from Illinois, where I'd grown up all my life, because my persnickety stepmother said she needed to move to Arizona for her health. I wasn't an only child, but all of my siblings had moved out by …

The brilliant quantum physicist Stephen Hawking, who is a quadriplegic confined to a wheelchair and speaks through a computerized box, recently announced to the world that 'There is no God.' He had buttressed his scientific truth in his recent opus 'The Grand Design' (presumably his, not His!). In it Stephen assures us that all Creation emanates from a gravity-sucking black hole of nothingness.

He and other atheists teach us …

More times than I can count, I've found myself gazing into the sky looking at planes passing flying over. On quite a few instances, I'll look at the plane and come to the realization that the people in the plane, every single one, has their own life and their own story. They might be looking down, thinking the same thing about the cars driving below, and the people walking down …

June 24th, 2011.
My best friend, passed away after a three and a half year battle with cancer.
My life changed, I lost my hero, but I gained a new view on life. Brian NEVER complained when he was sick, he always had a smile on his face, and would always crack jokes and make ridiculous noises.
I didn't get to say goodbye, I was getting ready to …

My story is short. I originally wrote this as a Six Word Memoir back in 2009.
"There's always one defining moment in someone's life that changes everything. I was 16 when Dad was diagnosed (with prostate cancer). Seeing him cry, seeing my hero, my rock, the one man in the world who always made everything OK...seeing him cry destroyed me. All my selfish dreams for school and career just dissolved. …

It was the summer before eighth grade.
My mother and I were in her stationwagon, in the grocery store parking lot.
She was very angry at my father over something related to money.
Well: more specifically: over something related to financial freedom.
(My mother has not worked since I was born.)

She slammed her hands against the steering wheel.
"Emily: I want you to remember ONE THING!"
With …

I looked for it, just like you told me to. But I couldn’t find it. You told me to look harder, and so I did. I searched through the cabinet, looking for a needle you told me was there. I thought I wasn’t looking hard enough, that I wasn’t trying hard enough. It wasn’t until after that I realized, the needle was never there. You had lied. And I had …

When I think of a marigold, I think how it is a simple, modest flower. Unlike orchids or other exotics, the marigold is a low-maintenance, hard-working plant that endures direct sunlight with little watering. My father, who loved marigolds, was much the same way: humble, steady, quiet, and hard-working.

Every spring he grew a vegetable and flower garden from “scratch” using seeds, not ready-grown plants. He would …

It had been a dreary spring: dark midday downpours, muggy air at night. June arrived. The early light roused him from less-than-deep slumbers. He faced the new day with an uneasiness lodged in the pit of his stomach.

He went to the gym but found no relief at the Cybex machines. Dinner with friends at a place known for its flavorful Bolognese failed to thrill him. The Chianti tasted …

It started out like any other Sunday. After I got up, I went to spend time with my friend PJ and made pancakes. It was my official "moving day," but most of the hard work was done. I decided to skip my Sunday afternoon ritual visit to Whole Foods so I could get the rest of my work done and enjoy my days off. From then, …

This day, was the day I killed myself, not literally, but mentally. I changed absolutely every single things, even the things I liked. I was so fed up with the rumors, and the lies, little did they know, I'm still a virgin, and never, in a million years, would I sleep around. I was so sick of the lies, and bullying, Every name in the book was what they labeled …

This is a true memoir about a recent event in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico involving a young Mexican friend I'll call 'J' in deference to his privacy. In early May J, an impoverished bricklayer, decided to hang himself from the branch of a tree growing in the jungle not far from the coast and all the glitter and glamor of the Mexican Riviera.

I imagine J must have thought that …

I can still remember the first day I ate crow. Perhaps in the past I’d had a small taste at school: on the playground, gym class or field trip days. But, this was the first time its rancid taste lingered in my mouth and its detestable fetidness filled my sinuses.
We lived in a little place called Cottontown about fifty minutes from Nashville. It may have been called Cottontown …

When I was twelve years old, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror and made a solemn promise to myself. What I promised was that I would never become like them. By “them,” I meant people who cause pain, who intentionally hurt others and who generally get a kick out of being abusive toward those who are helpless to defend themselves.

I had pretty good reason …

Momisms

This was compiled from people at work, friends and anyone I came across one day. It started when my co-worker who grew up in a Hispanic household in San Diego said to me jokingly, “Are you happy now?” This was something my mom said (NEVER when one was happy), over 2,500 miles away in a Polish/German household in Wisconsin. I started asking people their momisms and it …

This is a very sad moment that has happened to me. It is a moment that I wish I could

forget but since it can’t just go away, I will retell it to you full out.



Thursday, March 3rd, 2011 started off as any normal day, little did I know, my life would be changed forever.



The day before, March 2nd, 2011, I …

This is a very sad moment that has happened to me. It is a moment that I wish I could

forget but since it can’t just go away, I will retell it to you full out.



Thursday, March 3rd, 2011 started off as any normal day, little did I know, my life would be changed forever.



The day before, March 2nd, 2011, I …

This is a very sad moment that has happened to me. It is a moment that I wish I could

forget but since it can’t just go away, I will retell it to you full out.



Thursday, March 3rd, 2011 started off as any normal day, little did I know, my life would be changed forever.



The day before, March 2nd, 2011, I …

About 6 years ago now, my Mom, my Dad, and my younger sister Jamie, went out to my cousin's Tracy and Riley's house. Tracy has her friend Krystal over, they would have been about 15 years old, and her younger sister Riley would have been about 10. After we had our family dinner, it was dark out and the parents were playing a game of poker inside. Tracy and Riley …

Summer is my favourite season. I consider it a holiday because it’s the time of year that makes me the most joyful. Except for two summers ago, where I had a near death experience. I was in West Hawk Lake, where my cabin is. I spent the whole summer there. In West Hawk there’s a jumping cliff that people call Big Bertha, right on an island. You are only able …
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