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tim-chambers's picture
Feb.11.2011
In this scene from Moonbeam Highway, Eddie and Cheyenne are talking about how Eddie lost his fortune in the Wall Street casino. It should be fairly apparent in the last paragraph what the discovery is, for those who don't know what it treats of, here's a link: Tragedy of the commons. “What is this...
farzana-versey's picture
Feb.10.2011
I was expecting shining bright light and elongated shadows. It was supposed to be faceless and formless. Like a ghost, a stalker, a lurker, not this persistent knock on the door. “Go away,” I said. I heard a cackle and imagined a beast or an evil witch. My head was spinning as pen scratched...
madeline-sharples's picture
Feb.10.2011
Writing has been a part of my life for a long time. I was a feature editor of my high school newspaper and went on to study journalism in college. And though I didn't pursue a career as Brenda Starr Reporter, I worked most of my professional life as a writer and editor of proposals for the...
christin-rice's picture
Feb.10.2011
Well, it’s perhaps cliché and will no doubt be blogged more eloquently elsewhere, but hands down the most important thing I’ve ever found was my Self.  It wasn’t easy.  I was raised to place my value in what I could do for others and took that to mean I wasn’t even allowed to have a Self.  That...
martin-mcmorrow's picture
Feb.10.2011
About thirty years ago I became a bit depressed about something.  I began walking around with my head down.  As a result, I started finding all sorts of things...coins, bills, and keys.  The best thing I ever found was a hammer.  I was hitchhiking through Nebraska or some such place.  I am not...
jacqueline-mackenzie's picture
Feb.10.2011
I like to write because I like to be in my home in Central Mexico where my nonprofit is doing charity work that I throughly enjoy. I am a volunteer teacher of English in a marginalized village where I reside. The idea of leaving my family, the local Mexican children, my dogs, and special needs...
stacy-peterson's picture
Feb.09.2011
When I was 13 my father wrote me a letter. It was not over-long and it was not fancy. Hand-written in his heavy, block print with a black felt- tip pen on three sheets of a yellow legal pad. It was given to me on the occasion that I first started my period. This milestone was a bit of a...
myne-whitman's picture
Feb.09.2011
I walked into the large hall quietly. It was a party and there were several rooms. I had been watching the people in the front hall through the glass doors for a while before making up my mind to join them. Some people glanced my way when I called out a greeting. Two older women walked over and...
jill-moore's picture
Feb.09.2011
When I was twenty-something, way back in the 1980's, an entire lifetime ago, one marriage and two children and four cats ago, I met a man who would change my life forever.  I didn't really know that then.  I didn't really know what unconditional love meant back then in my youth, or what...
christine-bottaro's picture
Feb.09.2011
In cold night air Stars fell down like crackers White flowers On green curved stems, leggy and slim.  Black patent shoes dancing on crumbs crunched like ice chewed on a hot day swinging, looping down long, up breathless on a creaking rope over willow-edged water Joy jumped up and flew out when I...