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May.22.2012 A Book and a Chat with Dr Diane Hassan I get asked a lot about coming from England to America, how far it is to travel, time it takes, the fact I haven’t lost my accent and even what I think of America. But for me it was just 3000miles and at least the language is the same, okay more or less the same. But imagine how it was for my...	Nov.01.2011 A true ghost story Thanks to Jennifer's Ghosts, my very first ever podcast is up on PodOmatic. It's too long to upload to Red Room, but you can listen to it there. It's about 8 minutes long. It's a true ghost story about seeing my friend Blair after he died at home of AIDS. I think it's a very sweet...
Oct.21.2011 Whispers of the Past in Palo Duro Canyon Ever encounter a ghost in your wanderings? I have...it wasn't the usual human type spirit though. Here I was, sleeping on a cold night with our Army ROTC cadets on the rocky ground in Palo Duro Canyon. But not sleeping exactly. Everyone else was, but I'm born of the Princess and the Pea blood......	Oct.19.2011 From the Other Side NOTE: If code appears here, it's a cyber ghost. FROM THE OTHER SIDE During my mother's final days, I asked her to let me know she was okay when she got to the other side, if she could. She nodded with a look in her eyes that told me she probably couldn't do that. Less than two...
May.16.2011 First-date horrors - Snowbound and stranded in a funeral home Again, thanks to RedRoom and Gina Misiroglu for helping me get this article published on MyDaily.com. The photo is priceless! On a leisurely walk to my college friend's house one crisp November afternoon, a young man in a sweet red Corvette pulled up to the curb and asked for directions. I...	Oct.31.2010 Memories in Gray of a Mother and her Daughter Grey some say. I always spell it gray, so I guess that means I'm one of those wayward Americans, which I am proud to be!—I’m told the King’s English uses an “e” to spell gray. Either way, gray or grey can be dispiriting. Would Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue have connected so powerfully with music...
Jul.09.2010 Feeling Exposed Post Memoir I cracked open the musty old cardboard box full of my journals; some going back as early as my five year old scrawled emotions in a tiny locked diary. Where to begin my journey? How would I tell my readers why I felt like I was chosen to write my story? Ten years ago, after opening that box I now...	Oct.29.2009 Something for Halloween: My Other Sister I was seven when I met my other sister. As a child, it wasn’t uncommon for me to wake up during the night craving something to drink. I usually slept with a glass of water or juice on the nightstand next to my bed. On this particular night, I’d drained my glass and found I still hadn’t quenched...