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I met my second husband on the right-hand side of East Hampton Main Beach, facing the ocean, early in July 1963. This was before summer rentals soared to $20,000 a month and up. 353 more words


Contested Whiteness: True Tales of a White Muslim Woman

My car battery dies today, so I call AAA. A tattooed technician in his mid 40s arrives. He is blond, Southern accent thick, and his hands are deeply rutted with grease and the trials of a Battery Service Tech. 893 more words

Deonna Kelli Sayed

A Letter to my Grandchildren

June 2005

My dear Grandchildren,

Remember when you’ve been to the museum, where you saw old carts and other old things. You thought that it was very old, and that those days were very long ago. 632 more words

Family History

Author Interview Number Ninety-Two - Dean Robertson

Welcome to Ms. Dean Robertson

Where are you from and where do you live now? I grew up on 200 acres of North Georgia woods; now I live in a 1928 co-op in an urban neighbourhood in Norfolk, Virginia. 802 more words

Author Interviews

Those unforgettable summers, or learning how to camp inside

Yeah, I know. Gripe, gripe, gripe.

But I’m not. Summers as an adult don’t mean I forgot our summers as kids.

The earliest ones were great. 253 more words


July in North Carolina

If the crepe myrtle is blooming, it’s probably July.  I took this photo with my phone a few weeks ago.

How about this guy who color coordinated his bird houses with the crepe myrtle bush?  657 more words


A Post-Shame Point of View

I read this book, Close to the Bone, back when I was first beginning to write memoir. It is excellent. Here are a few quotes from the Introduction by editor Laurie Stone: 278 more words

Nancy Wait