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Two moments stick out in my mind now. In one, I was sitting in the front, over on the “stage left” side of the sanctuary,…

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I love my wife. I love my children. I loved my parents and honor their memory. But some of the other people I love, I…

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We are writers! Yes, we humans....well, actually all we living breathing creatures...are alike in physical needs, certain structural ways, i daresay even in emotional aspects…

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Benjamin’s letter to Violet began– I wanted you to fall in love. Not necessarily with me, but with something, anything, everything that would bring you…

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We wanted to get away, we needed to get away. My ex-wife and mother of my daughter, a criminal defense lawyer, was embroiled in the…

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THE TASTE OF HOMELESS CHAPTER 2--031124 Shalala walks away, leaving us with the heroin and a sterile injecting kit consisting of two syringes, a small…

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My wife has beautiful feet. Sometimes on weekends, our two boys, age 5 and 7, come into bed with us and then crawl under the…

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The wound had turned gangrenous. Philip was clearly in pain, alternately sweating and freezing, at times delirious. The stink was almost unbearable. Still I sat…

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Not only could i live in imagination, i deeply feel, maybe even fear?- that is where i have been living my entire life....the old idea…

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We had only a few days. To do what? Get the show together, get the routine down, finish the costumes, paint the sets, order the…

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A classmate of mine, a man named Fred whom I do not know because I didn’t know that many classmates back then, wrote a slim…

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….said Truman Capote… There are times, when I think our lives are nothing but a story we make up… and my story of the deep…

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It was New Year’s Eve, five minutes to countdown, and although they had said they didn’t care, there were champagne glasses on the coffee table…

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Over breakfast one day, her husband said out of the blue, "I don't want to be married anymore." There was no way she wanted that.…

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I was forced to leave my country at the age of 13 1/2 years. It isn't that I don't love living in my adopted home,…

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