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To My Best Pal, Who Had Set Her Soul for a Short Departure

To my beloved Georgina/Jorge,

Two to three weeks flew fast forward from the day of your departure; and ever since I received the text message regarding your short burial, my world — for some instances — had been cased around an inexplicable amount of despair. 758 more words


Chapter 4. Lost at Sea

If I were to write an autobiography, this would be chapter 4.

There is somebody my mother doesn’t want me to know. Somebody named Cung. I know that name means something special because whenever it came up, which was only once or twice, at the family dining table, my mother always looked away. 592 more words


My Father

I always thought parents were like tornadoes. When they come into town, they devastate everything in their path. They have a way of making their children regress. 1,445 more words


A Week at Indiana University (Day .5)

Good evening (depending on when you’re reading this), everyone!  I’m in a dorm at Indiana University.  I’m 39, and I’m fulfilling a childhood dream of going to, staying on, and being in Bloomington. 193 more words

Personal Narratives

My Most #Cherished Object - The Button Box Revisited

I have featured this little box on my blog before, in the Art category. It did not begin its existence as a piece of art, but to me, it has always been a source of creative energy, of daydreams, of memories. 1,140 more words

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She Carries His Memory

Inspired by Tim O’Brien’s “The Things They Carried”.

Almost always, she carries a copy of her birth certificate in her wallet. Before, it was just something she stuffed quickly into the credit-cards section, but now, it is a necessity. 1,251 more words