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moni-schott's picture
Mar.27.2013
Two mothers speak of the friend who has just lost her son in a most senseless act. Eyes brim weepy as a son's life has ended, as a mother's life fades grey. How does a mother reason with a son gone, a life of future cut short without cause? Weeps seep from glassy eyes. The friends lift their...
jm-cornwell's picture
Nov.13.2012
I went back to work for the temp agencies that week to keep out of Mom and Dad's house (and out of Mom's way) as much as to earn some money while I was there. I didn't like being beholden to anyone, and I liked it even less when I was a one woman audience for Mom's diatribes about paying my fair...
sumathi-mohan's picture
Aug.05.2012
I read long ago,........... Death hypnotises its victim, or rather fear hypnotises its victim  that it does feel any pain while leaving the body. The thought goes a blank, signal down.  I fail to recall, the name of the great tiger hunter who had recorded his expeditions in the jungles...
valerie-fern's picture
Jun.11.2012
Sometimes a blogger can’t find one damn subject to blog about.Other times, there are so many subjects, topics, issues, events and persons of interest thatit's overwhelming.  Either way, a blogger can be placed in the same dilemma:  What do I write about?  What is my readership hungry...