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Living the Dream

It’s no secret that I am trying to be a writer. I am not yet ready to call myself a writer, that would be too audacious. 1,764 more words

Memoir Blog

Notes from Washington Square Park

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my head. It’s hard to be away from you not because I need your presence and your thoughts; it’s just the beauty of the city I am experiencing alone, and after a while I want to share a bit of it with you and no one else. 241 more words

Personal Essay

Memorial Day 2017: I Have a Soldier to Remember

Memorial Day has come a lot closer to me this year. I will shed some tears on Monday, a day we remember and honor those who died in service to our country. 894 more words

Creative Nonfiction

And That's a Wrap: The Graduate

Kind of a thrill to be a part of a graduation processional again at age 46. Carpe Diem! 44 more words


Dreamscapes: An Otherworldly Descent

In my dream, I am taken down into the cool summer blue of the underworld. Here, the water acts of its own accord, twisting up in beautiful crystalline spirals (or down, or meeting together in the center, in a balanced whorl of brilliant geometry). 504 more words


Ready or Not

So ever since that fateful New Year’s Eve when I peed on a stick and that sneaky second line appeared and I cried like my life was over, I’ve been wracked with worry. 475 more words


Two Wonderful Moments. Excerpts, September, 1938

What is so funny?  I have solved the mystery!

Friday, September 16th, 1938
Emmy, Vi, and I laughed till we were silly this afternoon over sea vegetable pills Emmy brought to give her energy. 

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