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A poem I wrote after a run in with the dreaded ex abusive boyfriend
After I figured out what was going on with me.
A poem I wrote about my time at the Eveleth street dance.
This is an essay I wrote for a class and it was supposed to be about the person who has had the greatest impact on our lives.
Associate Content the site that has inspired and encouraged me much more than any other in my efforts to one day write for much more pay...
Stress relievers, emotional fillers to take away the thoughts of the present and the past that can't be fixed. "One potato, two potato..."
I never could understand how old people are able to go to a buffet and CHOOSE to eat vegetables. Now I think I'm slowly getting it.
a love poem
You guys and gals are simply the best,
I've been writing for Associated Content for three months now, and have been fortunate enough to win Best New Source of May '09. In this article, I consider my experiences writing for Associated Content up to this point.
This is a personal and controversial story that chronicles my wandering and "wondering" on my way out and back into Judaism. Chap 71-The amazing hospitality of our Zimbabwean hosts. Get the whole story at: http://ConfessionsofaWanderingJew.blogspot.com.
My life as an asthmatic. Going to have more parts as I keep writing the life that is mine and having asthma.
As a teenage girl of the 80's how can I NOT say something ?!
My mother loved all kinds of animals, but that love was not always shared by the rest of the family.
save money with the use of insulation
Diary of climb of Rain Peak, Elev. 8755, near McCall, Idaho with daughters and daughter's dog.
Are goodies worth more to you than freedom?
While shaving the other day, I learned a small life lesson. In this article, I describe and share what I learned from this experience.
One thing about the arrival of firework stands next to cemeteries is the question of, "What exactly are firework stands trying to say by positioning themselves in such a grave location?"
A tribute to a dear friend.
A look at Father's Day, through my eyes.
Being lost in someone else's shadow is agonizing.
This is a very brief description of how I feel after my mom and dad have both passed away. Again, very brief. There is so much more I could add, but I want them to know and everyone else what it has brought to me and that it is possible to find comfort.
Growing up isn't easy. Take it from someone that hit puberty at an early, awkward age.
A recollection of lobster fishing with my father in Maine.
How 20 years and one small city can effect one person.
A glimpse into this patient's life of taking medication to stave off a disease that keep fighting back.
I sat for a minute, looking at the counselor who had requested the meeting, trying to decide if I had heard her correctly. I felt my left hand press against my pounding heart.
On the day my niece was to be aborted I gave my word to the Lord and her mother to take care of her; I kept my side of the bargain but her mother did not.
The content on this site is an ongoing chronicle of my life after a vehicle collision that left me with an acquired mild traumatic brain injury and my journey back to wholeness.
I forgot what this article is about, but I'm sure I had something important to say.
Another reminisce.
One of those enlightening moments from my younger childhood.
In memory of my mother.
My grandfather is gone now, and my father has taken his place. I have taken my father's place, and my son has taken mine. This is as predictable and as powerful as the sun and the change of the seasons. It is the changing of the seasons of life.
A childhood memory from when I was five years old. Funny story about my friend, his toy bag and my devious plans to capture it.
I know a man who deserves much more credit and recognition than he receives; this man is my father.
Essay about growing up with a mother who maximized creative energy to keep two energetic children entertained - with cardboard boxes.
A description of my encounters with the paranormal, and how I've lived with it.
This is the story of my birth experience without any sugar-coating.
I been through many things in my very short life, but I remember my progression.
We're not in the big city anymore, Toto.
Kind of like a recipe for mashed potatoes, but also mainly my memory as a small boy hanging out with my mom. Helping to make dinner and feeling so much love.
These works are the reflections that I've had about my grandfather over the past ten years since his death. I took to writing to process this particular loss in my life, and to retain the precious memories that I have of him.
There are way too many pet birds left in cages whose owners have forgotten their intrinsic need for play and socialization. Parrots, conures, parakeets, cockatiels, etc., and all their varieties, will suffer most from this kind of neglect.
I am an incest survivor! I say survivor because after 40 years I finally found the part of me that I thought would be lost forever.
The adventure continues. A close relative we'll call Mr. X had open-heart surgery on 5-26-2009. His attempt to return home 8 days later failed. These are the challenges he faced in the first 24 days following surgery.
Memories of Tim and his legacy for all of us.
Remembering Dad. Dads have a great impact on their children's lives. Dad's show us how to be who we are.
How a child sees and remembers his father is very special and unique to that child.
A womans journey from shindlers factory to the auschwitz camp. The original destination was for another factory but there was a mistake.
A life guided by guitars- a memoir.
He dreamed of becoming a doctor, but poverty prevented that. So he became a "fixer." He even performed successful breast reduction surgery on a chicken.
Ironically, the most dangerous disaster in dry climates - flash flooding - is often the last one we're ready for. I know I never thought about it myself, until I had the experience of being almost caught in one.
Golfing to average Joe. Why do I play every week, don't score below a hundred, and still always want more.
UC Santa Cruz is an amazing university with a diverse selection of living accommodations. Deciding which dorm you will be living in can be just as important as picking the college itself.
A short overview of how my mother has treated me bad, but I have made it through.
The story of a development of a love for father when father is not there to be loved.
My father passed away last year in May and Father's Day is coming soon.
How to get through your day without losing your job.
There have been three dogs that have been in and out of my home over the last few years, and this is the story of those animals.
The story of a woman who is supposed to stay home, do the laundry, and keep house.
My Wife's struggle with depression has been a long and difficult road.
Music has always been an integral part of my life. There are memories that I have draw upon that are powered by the music of those time periods.
This is an article describing the most amazing dollhouse I have ever seen.
After a childhood battling cancer I was given a chance at life.
Everyone has had a hurtful rejection the first time in there life. My rejection was the most painful to swallow.
Carl Jung said: "One doesn't solve problems; one outgrows them". I think of this sentence more in terms of "One resists a challenge until one's heart expands enough to allow the hidden present/gift to be assimilated into one's life."
This is my story. My family has been great, but may never be comfortable enough to talk to me about my experience. I want them to know.
Father's Day is coming. It'll be the first Father's Day without dad, and it feels extra sad because next Saturday, June 20th, is his memorial. I'd like to share one last remembrance of dad that I can keep short.
As a child, I loved watching my grandmother knit and sew numerous quilts and afghans. In this article, read of the simple yet beautiful joys of friends partaking in these pleasures.
A look at visiting other countries through travel or internet.
Serious complications, following a routine radical prostatectomy, resulted in possible diagnoses that included infection, an abscess, a haematoma, internal abdominal leakage of blood and urine, and shock.
In plain English, I have "webbed," "fused," or also known as "twin toes."
My experience of seeing Stonehenge in person.
Learn about the do's and don'ts of college life.
This article is about an F 3 tornado that went through our neighborhood.
A Father's Day remembrance from before I was a father.
As I stayed in the hustle bustle of New York for most of my childhood, I was completely bowled over by the simplicity of my motherland, India.
A woman revisits Israel 36 years later to see the path she did not choose for herself.
A childhood memory, short story about my first real experience with a motorcycle.
If you think losing weight is hard, read about my struggle with being skinny.
A brief account of some of my adventures in South America including an off-road trip in Northern Chile's Atacama Desert and a hitchhiking excursion across Argentina.
How a fractured heel changed my life forever.
In this article, I will relate the daily menu of four generations, and include some favorite recipes of my family.
An article about early fears faced while growing up.
This is to dispel some of the stereotypes surrounding homeless people, namely that they are all lazy and incapable of work or intelligent thought, based on my own experience as a homeless college student.
First published in the Mensa Bulletin in August 2006, this is J. R. Simons' account of his infatuation with Country music.
An anecdotal account of the wonderful things children say.
This article is a college report written for a World Religion class. This particular article goes into the details of a Cambodian Buddhist Temple and how the Buddhist service is performed.
I have been through the troubles of traditional college before, but I am finally happy as an on-line college student. This article is about my experience with troublemakers in traditional colleges.
I have a very vivid imagination. I did when I was a child and it continued through my entire life and has not stopped yet. I am living a lie.
A true story about a young man who escaped a drug deal gone bad, only to wind up killed in a house fire along with his wife and baby shortly after.
Aunt Vi wrote what she knew of her family. She'd often asked me if I could learn more about them and to maybe write about it. I just might do that, but for now I'm just going to share some of Aunt Vi's story, from her own perspective:
I was his little princess. I remember how my father and my auntie would fight over me, both wanting to hold me at the same time. They were both young. My father may have been 23 and my aunt was 22.
It took me a while to become comfortable in my own skin, but I yam!
Captain Morgan gave me a migraine singing that Andy of Mayberry song over and over. He taunted me saying he knew a song and dogs were too dumb to sing. I