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raymond-mallette's picture
      I look at my little boy and think, "how did he get here?" No, I don't need the birds-and-the-bees explanation. I think I have that part figured out. It's not really even a question, but more of an observation. I met his mother in Fort Devens, MA, 18 years before she and I later...
allan-james-cox's picture
Make Memories Work for You 1. You always have the power to remember.2. Take the time to remember. You have to relax to do this. Believe me, you have the time.3. Remembering is not living in the past. It's learning from the past, what may have been forgotten, and refreshing it for the present.4. ...
dale-estey's picture
The End of Publishing Video by Penguin   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Weq_sHxghcg
sandra-f-carrington-smith's picture
“It is easy to be negative about past mistakes and unhappiness. But it is much more healing to look at ourselves and our past in the light of experience, acceptance, and growth. Our past is a series of lessons that advance us to higher levels of living and loving. The relationships we entered,...
mason-summers's picture
I spent 6 years writing my first novel. Now I'm hesitantly casting it out into the world like a frightened fly fisherman. I'm as nervous as getting a bite as I am of failing to. I've written one whole paragraph of my second book although I know what it's about, how it starts, sort of how it ends...
farzana-versey's picture
I left behind my jacket and it was too late to look back. The boarding had been announced a while ago and in my state of not-quite-anywhere, I picked up what was in front of me and walked towards the aircraft. I felt the urge to put my hands in my pockets and found there were no pockets; it meant...
kunzang-drolma's picture
words, ideas, thoughts arise and dissolve before i sit to write. i will write that, i imagine, but somehow the moment shifts,  time collapses and the paper bears no mark i have returned from my past back to the present and discovered they are one and the same. my trip was more than, better than i...
dale-estey's picture
 I was on the harbour, sitting on a bench and looking at the distant ocean. I had been there fifteen or so minutes when a voice intruded. An attractive and slender young woman stood, holding a huge pizza box. I realized she had been sitting at a picnic table when I got there. She asked if I wanted...
sherrie-theriault's picture
October 5 WHAT IS PAST The past cannot hold me in a loving embrace. I run too often looking for affection and recognition in things long dead and purportedly buried. I return to the ghoulish obsession of digging up old hates and sorrows, longing for support and finding only the cause of the ulcers...
lisa-heeren's picture
I don't know if any of you who are fans of Facebook have experienced this, but for me, Facebook is like looking at movie snippets of your past. Friends post pictures (that, of course, we have NO recollection of being taken) of us from the past doing things we used to do (and would never do now)...