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I am five and I’ve wandered into the kindergarten classroom during lunch to sit in the reading corner. In the quiet classroom, with stories, I am safe. But the room isn’t empty. Two first graders share the reading corner, giggling.

I tiptoe past and slip into the bathroom. In the dark space, I stand very still and try to make myself small. The …

Old people with wrinkles and white hair, and bent like commas, move in baby steps. I am at the convalescent home as a volunteer for Girl Scouts. I’m an assigned buddy to Elsie, a shriveled lady with pale blue eyes that seem to look past me even though I stand right in front of her. I help her into her wheelchair all by myself. I wonder if this is illegal …

The four of us were sitting at our round dinner table in Queens. It could have been any night, really. I know I was drinking milk with dinner, but I don't remember what we'd done earlier that day, or what we talked about before Mom and Dad said they had a surprise for us.
"Guess," Mom said, looking at us with excitement and nervousness.
I don't remember my selection, …

After years of struggle and yearning, the reality fell short of what I expected. When I imagined this day it was all wondrous euphoria, a life-affirming attitude boost, and self-congratulatory celebrations. I hoped it would bring me back from the edge and give me a shot at normal.

But now that the day was here, all II felt was satisfied. Satisfied, maybe a little bit hopeful, …

It's been sixty years and I am still unable to forget the storm. I continue to be haunted by a moment in my life which still causes me to sometimes bolt upright in bed, and hide under the covers until morning.

I used to remind my dad about the moment, and how I remembered riding in the car with him when it happened...

He'd always place …

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The sky thundered above, quickening my pace. I looked ahead in the unmarked streets for shelter. Rain, I could deal with. It was the endless search for the right office and the right person that bewildered me. I asked for directions. People shook their heads; they had never heard of the ministry of research. Raindrops pelted down. I ducked into a café. There huddled with others, I found a man …

I was a successful business person, consultant, entrepreneur, but none of that was satisfying...there was always this mysterious, invisible carrot, "the next thing" that dangled before me. I went to graduate school to pursue counseling psychology, my unfulfilled, childhood dream. I faked my way through school as I had always done. I knew I was intelligent, just not savvy in traditional education. I couldn't remember the …

The day I was asked "what's the most exciting thing you've done lately?" and I couldn't come up with a single thing. I moved to Italy six months later.

There's this moment that has happened every time i've seen someone off to a flight. i've experienced it less than a handful of times and it has always been with someone i am romantically involved with (though the partnerships have occasionally proven tenuous)--and though it seemingly defies it, it never loses its gravity. it's after the elevator that takes you from the parking garage. after the sliding doors to the …

“Watching our world crumble before our eyes”
“The second plane just hit” those 5 words that changed my life and the liv s of others. In America, on that “normal” Tuesday, when people went to work ands innocent children went headed off to school did we know that would be the day we would never forget. We still talk about that day like it happened yesterday but in all actuality …

I fell in love with a crack addict. I captured the man he was before he transformed into a monster. The paranoia, the lies, the stink of burning plastic. His hunger, cruel sex fantasies, endless talk. My hands are tied – I committed myself - to him. The sweats, shrinking stomach, insomnia nights. Hooked. Anger, depression, suicide nightmares. I cry. The morning I found shit staining his …
He hooked me at half a cookie.

I thought one of the most remarkable experiences of my life had completely played out in the final weeks of 1997. Living in Miami Beach and incredibly homesick for New York, I had been inspired by an article in the retooled Sunday Times magazine that referenced my old block in the village—Patchin Place--to write a letter to the editor. To my delight, it was published a few weeks later—to this …

I thought one of the most remarkable experiences of my life had completely played out in the final weeks of 1997. Living in Miami Beach and incredibly homesick for New York, I had been inspired by an article in the retooled Sunday Times magazine that referenced my old block in the village—Patchin Place--to write a letter to the editor. To my delight, it was published a few weeks later—to this …

I was four when I first realized that I was handicapped. I was running and fell down. My right hand collapsed under me instead of catching me and I thought I had gotten injured. I told me grandmother and she told me that my hand had always been like that. I run,write and create art. In reality, I tie my shoe and type with one hand, but in my …

Saying Yes

I knew the minute I saw them walk around the corner they were going to come toward us. It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and we’re walking in our neighborhood, full from the gnocchi and red wine we had for dinner. Thankfully, Stella and I smoked a bit of a joint before we left the house, so I feel calmer than I should as I watch …

Saying Yes

I knew the minute I saw them walk around the corner they were going to come toward us. It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and we’re walking in our neighborhood, full from the gnocchi and red wine we had for dinner. Thankfully, Stella and I smoked a bit of a joint before we left the house, so I feel calmer than I should as I watch …

My father chose to die in my den. He could have picked a hospital, which is where most lung cancer patients die, but no, he wanted to die in my house. Since he had never asked a favor before, I felt an odd combination of horror and honor. You see, my dad had spent a lifetime doing…well, everything he could for me.

At 79, he was diagnosed with late-stage …

Small, aimless circles.

The floorboard creaked with every anguished step as he paced about his sparse little bungalow. Smoke hung in every room; every corner, nook and cranny. These small, aimless circles always lead him to the same spot, staring at his computer screen, as blank as his gaze. He took (another) drink, and paced about some more, searching his mind for something—anything.

Distractions didn’t work. He thought …
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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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