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worst thing I have lost | worst thing I have lost

wendy-mcnally's picture
Feb.02.2011
  I had lost my eldest son, my first baby... born on an island, far out at sea. But, I have the Funerary Urn that holds him now, close by me. I have the book I wrote that enabled me to laugh again, because I had forgotten how to laugh, after he died. During his illness, my son was sure that...
deborah-kellogg-lewis's picture
Feb.02.2011
Danny was two years younger than me. I remember his bassinet sitting at the end of our couch, and thinking how small he was. He was so interesting to me as a baby. When he was old enough to walk he followed me everywhere. We used to play “Felix the Cat”. I was Felix and Danny was the bag of tricks...
jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Feb.02.2011
Once years ago at the only gay/lesbian bar in Contra Costa County, I lost an earring.  My friends and I were dancing (one of my students was a dancer at the club and asked me to come and he was dancing, too, but in far less clothing than we had on).  It was crowded and hot, and we were having fun,...
merle-huerta's picture
Feb.02.2011
I lost my three children ten years ago after a contentious custody battle. The judge's decision came down two weeks before the World Trade Center crumbled in a pile of smoldering ash. Being a New York State resident, my new husband and I took our children (six of my eight stepchildren) to lower...
hector-briones's picture
Feb.02.2011
I  am  the product of a dance, a young girl, an indian truck driver. The year was 1954, either el paso texas or juarez mexico. Indian seduces girl at dance, she gets impregnated, he drives away into the sunset in his truck,, and she is banished to a catholic run home for unwed mothers.  I am...
j-w-rogers's picture
Feb.02.2011
The window spanned the room and looked down over the fields to the bay.  My bed ran along the window.  At night I could watch the lighthouse knife through the dark and illuminate my room inch by inch.  In the winter, my breath would freeze against the cold glass and the light would break into a...
red-room-well-red's picture
Feb.01.2011
The way to love anything is to realize it might be lost. -G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936), English writer known in his day as "The Prince of Paradox." Writers have a unique way of rising like a phoenix from the ashes, turning the devastating loss of a loved one into intimate accounts of...