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Its March 3, 2009 my birthday and I’m surround by friends. Like a rush of blood to the head it hits me memories of the past. Memories of the friends I grew up with and the times we shared. The make up of my friends is very different today as I’m sitting drinking in a room with these people I haven’t known really long. A few know me well, but I find my self-thinking about those who really know me. The ones that were there for the playground melees and art class showdowns. Well I was unaware that a week later I would have one of the best nights of my life with some of those people.
I’m a 20 year old college student and …

Its March 3, 2009 my birthday and I’m surround by friends. Like a rush of blood to the head it hits me memories of the past. Memories of the friends I grew up with and the times we shared. The make up of my friends is very different today as I’m sitting drinking in a room with these people I haven’t known really long. A few know me well, but I find my self-thinking about those who really know me. The ones that were there for the playground melees and art class showdowns. Well I was unaware that a week later I would have one of the best nights of my life with some of those people.
I’m a 20 year old college student and …

I had the feeling that this was it. As hard as I might try, it was never going to get any better than this. I could try to be happier at some point in my life, but I wasn’t sure that I was ever going to be. I had been waiting twenty years and twenty-five days for it to occur, but the Philadelphia Phillies, phinally, were one strike away from winning the World Series.
Ever since I was about 5 years old, the Phightin’ Phils were my team. Sure, I liked the Eagles, watched the Sixers, even went to a few Flyers games, but none of those teams were the Phillies. No one could be the Phillies. My family had season tickets every year …

There's a little sign on the dashboard of my 1975 Chevy van that says, "Are we there yet?"
It started off as a joke, a question I would ask myself, not to determine if I was closing in on the next city, the next campground, the next rest stop or the next job. I wanted to know if I was happy yet.

Maybe deep down inside that's what we're all asking, "Am I there yet?"
"Am I happy? Am I successful? Am I loveable? Am I brilliant? Am I good enough? Am I smart enough? Am I competent?"

I'm sitting here with my utilities off, my van packed and the question hanging heavily in my mind.

"Do I move back …

There was a boy named Quinton in Mr. Wallace’s fifth grade class. Quinton didn’t like me very much. I was new to Harper Woods.
“Aye,” he tapped Delcie, “ Don’t she look like a black ugly ogre with that black spot on her face”
He was talking about my mole/beauty mark…I don’t really know which one it is. I heard giggling in the classroom behind me. That was the beginning.
I kept thinking it would all go away, the rumors, the mean comments, and that I should just stick it out and wait. Then it all got worse. I don’t know exactly when it started but my grades began to go down and I began to get really far away and disrespectful at home. I …

Opening the door to my apartment after Thanksgiving break my freshman year in college took about everything in me. I didn’t want to be back there. I wished so badly that I could just hop back into my car and make the four hour trip back home. I was so confused about where these feelings were coming from and decided early on that it would be best to just ignore them. Ignoring them was just about the worst thing I could have done.
Beginning college was very exciting. For the first time in my life, I was on my own. I remember being filled with many emotions as my parents unloaded the car and started to pile all of my belonging into what was now …

Okay, so I've never had a near-death experience. Or not a real one.
But people all around me have, and I can safely say that I would never like to have one. My grandmother has been knocking on death's door more than any person I know, and it's incredible the boundaries she's overcome to stay alive and enjoy life as much as humanly possible.

I've seen people die, too. Which isn't really fun. It must be hard to see someone you know and love die. It's kind of confusing to see a random stranger drown. It makes you wonder where the line is between living and dying is, and makes me wonder when we really start …

I was born a mother to a family of four.

My mother was a work-aholic with very low self-esteem despite her over-the-top personality. My father was a confused man who was still getting over the emotional pain he suffered as a kid. My older brother became a depressed drug addict/ troublemaker extraordinaire, and my little sister (who is my daughter more than she is my mothers) is afraid of life.
Where did this leave me? With a terrible depression, 50 extra pounds, and I've never been kissed. At 20!
I've lived most of my life wondering what I've done wrong. And it's taken 3 years of therapy to realize that I'm not to blame for my shitty life and my …

Six words. Six little words. I was mortified. It would be funny if it wasn’t so tragic.
My Dad picks me up from the airport and we drive seven miles to sit in a sports bar in Ferndale the night before Thanksgiving. It’s tradition. We order from a happy hour bar menu. We are not rushing to thaw a turkey, and we pity the people who do. Our eyes fixate just over each other’s heads as we watch the Seahawks on two separate wide-screen televisions. Communication isn’t really our thing. Our cheeseburgers arrive with everything on them, despite my detailed instructions for everything on the side.
“There’s mayonnaise on it,” I complain to my Dad. Read more »

Six words. Six little words. I was mortified. It would be funny if it wasn’t so tragic.
My Dad picks me up from the airport and we drive seven miles to sit in a sports bar in Ferndale the night before Thanksgiving. It’s tradition. We order from a happy hour bar menu. We are not rushing to thaw a turkey, and we pity the people who do. Our eyes fixate just over each other’s heads as we watch the Seahawks on two separate wide-screen televisions. Communication isn’t really our thing. Our cheeseburgers arrive with everything on them, despite my detailed instructions for everything on the side.
“There’s mayonnaise on it,” I complain to my Dad. Read more »

Marrakech Express


Not long after the mind-opening 1971 New Year party spent on a beach in Malaga, Ken and I took the ferry from Algeciras to Tangiers.

We looked as if we had been on the road for months but, in truth, it had been only a couple of weeks -- we had just let ourselves go on the easy road down through France and Spain. A man in his late twenties -- which we considered to be very close to middle age and possibly wisdom -- whom we had met near Barcelona, told us that the Moroccan authorities were targeting long-haired Europeans. This didn't bother Ken who always kept his hair short. …

For as along as I can remember I’ve liked girls. One of the big crushes, one of those ones that early in life will only get you in trouble was this girl Erin. We were both in 5th grade and there was a dance coming up at the end of the year. That dance was a big deal, everyone knew it and everyone wanted to have a date to it, but the pressure for that, and the climax of my relationship with Erin didn’t occur until March or April.

In the beginning of the year I’d thought she was ugly, she had a few pimples on her face, not big ones, and maybe not even pimples but she also had this …

Dreaming of you, not haveing you, thinking of you, not having you, wanting you, not having you, smiling at you, not having, being near you, not having you, finally getiing you, is having everything but you. Never knowing when you will speak, if you take a peak, smiling , laughting louder, but not for me. Watching you, watching me, knowing it will never be. just being around you is never ending. Waiting, not knowing, Waiting, never sure, Waiting loseing time, Waiting your never really mine. Having everthing but you. Are you for real, not sure, too much time has gone by. Still wanting , still waiting, still knowing that your mine. But still i have you never …

I remember that when I was a kid – I’m seventeen now, can I say ‘when I was a kid’ yet? I suppose so. – I remember that we used to go to the swimming pool with the whole family, well, the five of us. My brothers didn’t fight each other as much then as they tend to do now. It’s like they’ve developed and instinctive need of hitting each other over the years. It’s irritating, to say the least, but I’m still glad they leave me out of it. But anyway, this aggressive behaviour ahs caused such annoyance with my parents that they’ve stopped to take us to the pool ever so often during the summer holiday. I don’t usually mind, but there are …

No one had to tell us we lived in a shack at the bottom of Chestnut Hill. We knew we lived in a shack but it was our shack. We loved it and were happy in it. All around us there were beautiful houses with large manicured lawns. Mom said they were old Victorian houses with warm fireplaces and indoor toilets and bathtubs. Some houses even had gorgeous race horses fenced in and grazing in their backyards. Mama said the neighbors wanted our shack condemned and torn down because it was an eyesore. Pop said we will live in our shack until they kick us out and that is what we did and we were happy.

It was actually a two-family house. We …

Waited so long to go to college. Finally, I'm here, determined to succeed. Have hope, desire, to make it though. Now looking for a part-time job. Wondering how I will add it in. Need money, looking for ways to make it. Not worried about classes. Now worried about not having a computer. Need it! Determined , willing, to work in all areas.

Waiting for you to decide, whether it's me you want or not. Can't decide if I want to wait some more.
Waiting for you to decide, if love is enough. Can't decide if you are still worth it.
Waiting for you to decide, want is it you want. Can't decide if I want to give it.
Waiting is trying too hard. Knowing is so much more.

A man with a girlfriend, a fiancée or a wife should always be a 'No-No'. It's always a good rule to live by. At least on paper. Because in real life, it sucks.

As far as I can remember, I have always known that he was not available. It did not seem to bother me that much though. It may have been because of his behaviour; that guy is a big flirt. He has got the " I am hot but don't worry I know it" kind of attitude. Of course, it doesn't explain everything in the story that I am about to say...

I don't really know how it all started. We were just a bunch of friends who liked going …

In the past several years I have observed,and come to understand how I as an individual along with others have been lulled in to complacency by our elected officials. We as a nation have been bombarded by innuendo,glitzy, slick ad campaigns (yes, like war campaigns). We have become so entrapped in the political system's re election machine that we have missed the real message. The real facts are that we have over the years elected and re elected the same individuals who have enacted laws against our interests while convincing us that they were doing it for our own good. I am especially set aback by the rash of Congressional misdeeds that have come to light and the idea that they (the Congress) are calling …

Child, daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, Saint.
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