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keiko-amano's picture
Jun.12.2009
      A woman holds a man's hands, or a man holds a woman's hands In "1Q84," Fukaeri (17 year old) holds Tengo's (29 year old) hands, and she keeps holding his hand.  The narrator tells us that she doesn't know why she keeps holding his hand.  But Tengo's panic on Sunday morning...
wende-plante-aka-billy-joe's picture
May.26.2009
As I sit here in the wee hours of the morning.  I try to sleep but sleep won't come.  Why you might ask.  Well in all the rough parts of my life, I never ask for help. I have had a lot of good friends that have offered help in times of need, but I have never ask for assistance. What set me off...
carol-i-hoenig's picture
May.25.2009
  Yesterday was a day of accomplishments, since I managed to get much of what I'd set out to do done. It doesn't mean, however, that my house is in total order; but what house ever really is?  Why is it, though, that when we begin one project it somehow unwittingly leads directly into another? As I...
farzana-versey's picture
May.15.2009
My balcony has been enclosed with windows. The lane below sends up too much noise. Over a period of time, trees have grown thick and the foliage spread enough for me to not be able to see others or for them to look up at me. The other day, the glass of the window had these splotches. They look like...
gina-collia-suzuki's picture
May.12.2009
Our roof's in a bit of a bad way at the moment (understatement of the century), and it's going to need extensive repairs (and when I say 'extensive', I really mean 'expensive'). Having said that, the need to get the roof looked at produced some lovely shots of the view from amongst our chimney...
patricia-snodgrass's picture
Mar.29.2009
I'm not Jewish. Perhaps in another lifetime, but not this one. My aunt thought we were, because somewhere someone had told her that our ancestors (Cherokees and Kiowas) were the Lost Tribe of Israel.  She converted in a way I suppose. She went to synagoge, ate kosher and observed the Sabbath. I...
patricia-snodgrass's picture
Mar.29.2009
I'm not Jewish. Perhaps in another lifetime, but not this one. My aunt thought we were, because somewhere someone had told her that our ancestors (Cherokees and Kiowas) were the Lost Tribe of Israel.  She converted in a way I suppose. She went to synagoge, ate kosher and observed the Sabbath. I...
christine-hamm's picture
Mar.24.2009
The Stars are Yellow, Surrounded by Black At 6am, I splay my tender feet on cold pink tile, pretending I can't remember your name. House in the palm of my hand. Stink beetle nestling in my ear, whispering, this is the way we wash our hands. Skin color was always SALMON PINK, like this sky. My...
catherine-nagle's picture
Mar.13.2009
Caring Begins at Home Once I stopped working and became dependent on my husband’s salary, I realized that I needed to do things differently. I was now given just enough money to take care of my immediate family; being able to help anyone else would mean sharing whatever we had. This was no...
elmaz-abinader's picture
Feb.19.2009
The mailman came twice a day, the first delivery was around 9 a.m.; the second at 2 p.m. We received letters mostly, from the family in Lebanon or Ohio--each differentiated by the weight of the envelopes. From the "old country" came the tissue paper light envelopes we could see the arabic...