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I frayed the edges of my papers with my right hand as my left pulled the mic up to meet my mouth. One quick swallow to wash away the lump in my throat. I’m ready. “I awoke in a cold...
Read MoreI frayed the edges of my papers with my right hand as my left pulled the mic up to meet my mouth. One quick swallow to wash away the lump in my throat. I’m ready. “I awoke in a cold...
Read MoreMY STEPFATHER, James, died at home in June 2003. He was sixty nine. He had been officially diagnosed with Asbestosis some ten years earlier. Actually, he had probably suffered from it much...
Read MoreI came to know David through my association with my local scout group. David, in his capacity of group leader, had placed a notice in the local paper inviting boys to become scouts. Having...
Read MoreTessa was the type of girl who was everyone’s best friend. Cheerleader, straight ‘A’ student, member of the debate team: just a few of her accomplishments. Though she was...
Read MoreIt was a warm May afternoon, sunny, but not too hot. It was just a great day to drive. I drove three hours on the Pennsylvania turnpike hardly paying attention to the road. It seems as...
Read MoreI’ve decided to hold my estate sale before I die just to take bets on who might buy what. The old movie buff down the block who’ll snatch my autographed photo of the Three Stooges, Mrs....
Read MoreWhen you were born Belinda, my world ended. ‘Say Da, Da.’ Belinda gurgled up a smile, her eyes twinkled and her small hands playfully reached up to my grinning face. A face of...
Read MoreThe car engine was shut off; the only sound that could be heard was the swiping of the wiper blades and the sound of rain on the roof of the car. A small face was pressed against the...
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