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mark-j-janssen's picture
Feb.12.2014
In the mystery of lives and the mastery of spirit we are born and reborn each moment of our lives.  We are incubated, born and grow.  We nourish our loves and hatreds, our fears and desires.  We are capable of being the most glorious of beings or the most depraved.  And in the...
victoria-zackheim's picture
Dec.18.2013
Lee was a businesswoman with no-nonsense sensibilities; I was a freelance marketing writer who dreamed of writing a novel. We were both divorced, linked mainly by our beautiful and fast-ripening fourteen-year-old daughters, two friends who eschewed clean bedrooms, homework, or choosing...
jam-hamidi's picture
Nov.13.2013
You are smiling. You call me in panic, Ai, Ai, my stomach hurts! It is summertime in Montreal. It is a rainy November in the tropical West Coast. We are climbing the statue of the lion in Shomal. Although limping, he is alive. You are wearing a purple one piece suit. The climb is hard. I can...
john-hospodka's picture
Jul.10.2013
I look to the sky from a city street. Though the night is cloudless, the city’s illumination has washed away all but one star. I stare at it patiently. The star’s dimness burdens my sinful ass with a blessing. Certain transcendental winds exist during the gifted first days of our heated Julys....
sherry-parnell's picture
Oct.05.2012
“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.” –Sue Monk Kidd We said it when we were children just as we now hear our children say, “tell me a story”.  But what is a story?  Why tell stories?  And most importantly,...
catherine-nagle's picture
Jun.02.2012
  The Richest Man in Morals, Values, and Virtues: “William Nagle” May 5, 1917 – June 2, 2012   I am heartbroken over the death of my dearly beloved father-in-law. He was the richest man in morals, values, and virtues which I had the privilege of knowing.  Up until his death at 95...
deborah-grabien's picture
May.24.2012
This morning we lost a light in the world. Her passing leaves a patch of darkness, and I don't see that place being relit any time soon.   At some point, I'll write the story of how Kathi and I became friends. At some point, I'll regret that we never got the chance to do that "cookies and...
kevin-arnold's picture
Nov.02.2011
  I’ve hesitated to write about Steve Jobs because the whole world is.  I happen to live somewhat close to him.  In the final days I’d drive by his charming two-story tudor house when I ran errands in Palo Alto.  One day about five days before his passing was announced, all the...
christopher-meeks's picture
Dec.27.2010
In my mother's funeral file was a note that there was a letter for me in her safe deposit box. She said the letter had originally been intended for my stepfather, and after I read it, I could give him a copy. The note wasn't in the safe deposit box. I speculated that she changed her mind and...
deborah-grabien's picture
Mar.24.2010
Keeping it short, because I've essentially been sobbing since I got the news a few hours ago: Jim Marshall, beloved if slightly deranged friend and the greatest music photographer who ever lived or probably ever will, died in his sleep last night. At some point, I will get it together and write him...