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Apr.06.2011
In my house, a man is dying.
This man has spent months short of eighty years as a proud American, a fiscal conservative, a walker in the woods, an admirer of the sport of tennis, a card shark, a man with an appreciation for order and above all independence. He has been a husband, lover and father....
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Mar.18.2011
Today started off rather disappointing and frustrating. I was supposed to go to San Francisco tomorrow to meet with some people-the reason isn't important-but roadblock after roadblock came up to prevent me from going-mostly money-related as I'm currently unemployed. I tried everything to no avail...
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Dec.27.2010
My daughter told my sister that she wanted to wear her hair down. In the black community what that means is that you do not have to wear your hair in plaits or braids but simply curled or straightened and hanging down around your neck. This is a symbol that you are growing up and that you are...
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Nov.09.2010
I find myself oddly upset by the passing of the man who I knew as my father for the first 12 years of my life. The subject of this man and the other called "father" isn't an easy one. Neither deserves the title. The damage done by them both cost me my self esteem and sanity, and yet on some...
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Nov.08.2010
Sunday was a rainy day. After service we came home and chilled. My boys went directly to the video game and they can remain cloistered all day long coming out only to feed or drink. My daughter does her own thing, she writes, she folds her clothes and puts them up, she sings, she plays her guitar,...
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Oct.06.2010
When Sylvia survives a traumatic experience the unknown reaches out to touch her... Does Sylvia’s mother really return from the other side to protect her daughter?
Gasping for breath Sylvia darts out from the clinging darkness of the tunnel; her heart hammers to the beat of an invisible drum....
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Sep.01.2010
Ah, the dog days. Our town passed “hot” ten degrees back, and now the prospect of sundown teases us from lengthening shadows – the air remains torpid even though the mid-day heat has broken. We share complaints with neighbors about how the heat makes everything seem harder: house work, yard...
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Aug.30.2010
When I awoke early that splendid Friday morning in the beautiful bedroom community of Oak Park, Illinois, I was only momentarily surprised to find the other side of the bed vacant. Even in my half-conscious state, I knew where Stacey was: cuddled in the downstairs guest bedroom with Glenny. This...
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Aug.28.2010
I went with my daughter to her college. That was the first day of the college and I wanted to know about the college and meet people over there. College was good, one of the best in state for information and technology engineering. I was filled with proud thinking ‘what a progress India is...
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Jul.25.2010
This is the beginning of a new project for me – a memoir of children, parenting sons and longing for a daughter. At this point, my husband has agreed to one more child. We’ve set a date to start trying – still a year away. I wanted to take this year to spend some time writing and thinking about...
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