(Written 10-07-2009. A true story)
On Friday, September 25, I spent the afternoon in prison – and it really made me rethink the lucky breaks I’ve had in life, and others who were not so lucky.
A few years ago, as a survivor of incest, I completed a five year program of recovery. Part of what I did was to work a 12 step program called CoDependents Anonymous. If anyone has ever worke
Few moments stand out so clearly in my mind as the moment I saved the life of my best friend and most favourite poet, Cheryl Clarke. We used to live together in the good old days and were like tw
If self-consciousness marks the entry into adolescence, then I slipped into that angst-ridden phase of life one fall afternoon when I was ten.
I’ve always tried to be the hero. Since I first picked up a comic book or a novel, I was trying to be that guy who saved everyone—the dog, the damsel, the world. Growing up, I pretended to be
Waiting downstairs in room 608 and 30 weeks pregnant, Lydia lay bleeding. Upstairs I finished attending a delivery as the labor nurse, and then assisted my patient into her wheelchair.
Can a book save your life? Oh, probably, if we're including nonfiction books like, say, first-aid guides. But I'm talking about novels, specifically.
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