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Swimming Lessons, Part II

By Leslie

It is not for naught that I am Pisces. I used to love to swim. Every Sunday, or almost every Sunday, my Psychologist friend Pat and I met at the Washington University Pool. 146 more words


Your Life: Sit Up and Take Notice

When I was five, my mother took me for a test at the school near our house. I remember it was a sunny day and I wore a dress, hoping to add to the impression that I was capable of going into grade one instead of kindergarten. 1,194 more words


Entertaining ourselves in the 1950s and early 1960s (3)

Playing Outside

Whilst we girls were always under our mother’s eye wherever we lived, we had lots of room to run around and play. Mum was always fearful of something happening to us or someone coming to hurt us. 1,041 more words



It takes a while to find an image of Engagement that is pertinent, and pleases me.  Of course my search, at first, yields nothing but cheesy, happy brides wearing enormous rocks on well-manicured hands, which reminds me of my first “engagement”, circa 1977: I sit on a hard, small, sharp object placed right where I… 1,341 more words

Creative Writing

Swimming Pool Memories I (or How I Got Tenure!)

By Leslie

I used to love to swim – and swim I did, virtually every day, in the Washington University pool in St Louis. A certain camaraderie developed with those who shared adjacent lockers and swam at the same time in adjacent lanes. 232 more words


Shame is a mask

A glowering cedar mask – maybe Haida in origin – hung in my father’s den, the colours vibrant even after decades spent outside. Its hollow interior was rough with hair-like fibres that scraped me when I tried to heft and hold it in front of my face. 490 more words


The Science behind Being


By: Anthony Hayes

The past 10 years have encompassed some of the darkest most trying times of my life. To be perfectly honest at times, I didn’t think I’d be here today. 233 more words

Anthony Hayes