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Heritage Story

My mom was not a great storyteller. She didn’t read books or magazines or even the daily newspaper. She did watch television news, but only those stories that weren’t about war or killing. There was one death that intrigued her, … Continue reading

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Without You

  You are my everything: Husband, friend, strongest supporter. You smile when I walk by, Cheer me on when I sing Encourage me to write Without ever reading a word I’ve written.   Without you I would be just a … Continue reading

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Confessions of an eight-year-old Criminal

  Yes, it’s true. I was a thief. I can’t recall ever stealing something from my family, not stooping to raiding my mother’s purse, for I understood that such behavior was unacceptable. I also understood that we had very little … Continue reading

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Resurrecting Memories

  I was afraid of you from the very beginning. As far back as I can remember, I cannot recall A single incident in which you held me in your arms, Consoled me when I was sad, Comforted me when … Continue reading

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Fearful Memories

She came to her mother in the night smelling of sweat, fear and sour breath with hair tangled into miserable knots crying about the monsters plaguing her dreams which resembled all too closely the boys who teased her mercilessly at … Continue reading

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Out of the Fire

Times had been hard since Julia’s father remarried. His new wife, Angelica, had no time and little to no interest in taking care of Julia, and so left her alone and feeling unloved. As an eight-year-old, this was painfully hard. … Continue reading

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Destiny

After her husband’s death, when she lost her condo because she couldn’t keep up with the mortgage payments, Alice thought things couldn’t get any worse. With tears in her eyes, she sold everything and anything that people would buy. The … Continue reading

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