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My moment occurred when I looked at the two small babies lying on a blanket on my living room rug and I realized that I was now 100% in charge of their care.

During my pregnancy with the twins I focused on having a safe full term (for twins) pregnancy and worried extensively about the birth. I was prepared for anything (so I thought). All the baby gear …

The night of the party, I should have been in India digging wells, teaching English, and making a difference. But there was unrest in the region. Just two days earlier, the State Department had canceled our visas.

And so, instead of winging my way over the North Pole, I was on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. At a bacchanal.

A two-room apartment jammed with young, …

The scent of lilic permeates through my eyes and nose
And I recall my dream of you this early morning

How peaceful and smiley your ageless glowing face looked up at me
As I rest your head of slight fatigue on the grassy earth

I look up
There stands a fawn

'Umma... look at Bambi.'
I say all these things, always to make you smile.

But …

Shoulders hunched forward, feet barely lifting above the yellow shag carpet, Mary hobbled across the floor of Ben’s Family Restaurant wearing fuzzy pink slippers. As she directed customers to the beige Formica tables with their orange plastic seats, she grimaced each time her foot made contact with the floor. Mary’s hair was dyed black, shaped like a bee hive and immobilized from too much hair spray. I’m guessing she …

2003, wednesday. Iknew that my knee was really injured but there was something insid of me telling me that iI wasnt injured, I was not going to be 9 months without play soccer again.
Everything happened that evening, I had to wait 12 hours to know the scan result.
They called me from the hospital telling me that my knee was fucked.

The beggining of the end.

On a warm Saturday morning, my wife and I woke up to a leisurely day. I was making breakfast and she was settling in on the couch. The day would be relaxing; a nice change of pace. Typically we work opposite schedules, she juggles school as well, rarely do we have time to relax together.
After a small breakfast she began to have stomach pain. …

The 1960's marked a time of change in Hell's Kitchen. Many families, third generation residents, were leaving the tenements. A portion of these families went to Long Island or New Jersey which, in those days, everyone called "the country". It sounded so nice to me. "Why can't I move out to the country?", I would ask. I pictured trees and fields and horses. I imagined everybody was nice and all the girls …

Today, extracting the good writings from my history in an effort to move forward with my writing career, realizing it won’t be a career unless I do one thing . . . start!, I found the chapters in my life saved to my hard drive in folders named for all the men I’ve ever dated. How silly is that? Most folks save things by date, by title. …

The greeting was a piece of corrugated cardboard cut to postcard size, shiny maroon paint covering the surface. A tiny cabin on the right, pale gray smoke curling from the red chimney, spelling “Merry Christmas, Love, Pa.” Five green fir trees stood downhill along a winding brown path. A miniscule mailbox rested at its edge near the bottom.
My father had never painted anything before. I marveled at the details …

The pdf is the story.

We had a blizzard yesterday.

At least, that’s what the news channels were calling it. Bottom line, it snowed—a lot. They warned us. By 9:am, the world was covered in a blanket of soft, fluffy snow.

Schools were smart; they closed. The public education system is required by law to care about the general well-being of the student body.

Safety concerns, apparently, are something we grow out …

Standing outside the bar, cold nose, blowing wind…a light dusting on the street and cars, swirling in the winter mistral, he pulled the collar of his coat up around his ears and wondered which was colder: The snow or the world?

He could escape the snow by going inside, but the world would still sit underneath, no matter where he ran.

But then, this was just a season, …

After years of wondering, I finally had the envelope on my desk. It was a standard yellow manila envelope, the kind in which important documents always arrived. And though I had been waiting for this envelope for my entire life, I just didn’t have the courage to open it.

I knew the envelope contained my identity, my real identity, the name I had been given at birth on …

Lisa Williams sits across from me, only a coffee table with Tarot cards between us. As she speaks, I sit motionless, afraid to interrupt her thoughts, answering only in the briefest of terms so as not to be leading in any way. Society has conditioned us to be skeptical of anything other than cold, hard fact. But I have a burning need to know what happened to me on …

One evening it went off in my head. For over twenty years (i was 40-41 now, '86, '87) from time to time i would get a bug to memorize a portion of Scripture. This time it was Ephesians 5:14-20...

14 Wherefore he saith,
Awake thou that sleepest,
and arise from the dead,
and Christ …

Everywhere I go in this country, I meet people of all nationalities. Asians. Blacks. Whites. Hispanics. The list goes on. But what's the difference? We all want money, friends, cars, and houses. Anyone who doesn't is acting funny.

It starts here: in my apartment, on a Monday night, and while I take a shower Amelia is watching Say Anything and trying not to cry. I am tired, and I am thinking about where Amelia will sleep tonight--my bed, my couch--and after I take a shower I will make some sort of decision so we can go to bed. I am thinking about Amelia, and how she's getting to …

I had put on my tap shoes. It was almost that time. The Carol Burnette Show was ending which was my nightly cue. Pretty shoes…shiny black patent with silver bottoms that were so scuffed, shards of metal fragments would cut your fingers if you touched the plates. Fastened and ready to go, I grabbed my baby doll and begin to wait. I had to hurry. Every day in the summer …

Shag green carpet with orange, yellow and green striped wallpapered walls made a very bright bedroom. It was complete with a matronly yellow rocking chair. I had crawled underneath it and lay in the sunshine pushing its way into the room. If I positioned myself just right, I could see the dust particles floating through the light beams.
And then it happened. Open-Close-Open. Light then Dark then Bright …

I’m sitting on the sofa with the man I love. He holds my hands and says: “I want to have a child with you.”

The smile freezes on my face. My first impulse is to pull my hands out of his, but I keep them there. I want a future with this man. We’re both high-performance journalists, zip-zapping around the Middle East. We dive into war zones and …
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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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