Memoir Posts

Washing You

by Doris Ferleger Your bent elbow juts out. It is stiff and light and feels easily crushable against my hip as I walk around you. My body jerks away. I circle you at a distance of eighteen inches plus eighteen inches, the distance of each of our auras. Though maybe…

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Is a Funeral Home Really a Home?

by Michael C. Keith You can’t stop being afraid just by pretending                                          everything that scares you isn’t there.                                         – Michael Marshall During the summer of my 11th year,…

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The Porch

by Tracey Loscar The porch is a magical place. It is far and away the best feature of this house. Small and screened in on three sides, it is cool in the morning and fully lit in the afternoon sun. This was by design, as my grandmother loved to read…

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In Love with a Priest

by Mary Scanlan I shuffled into my home office with solemnity and in silence, coffee in hand and ready to start my morning ritual before the day’s noises began. It was a relatively mild November morning in 2014. The sun was struggling to rise, as was I. After a brief…

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Natural Wonders

by Timothy Caldwell Lightning strikes in the distance. He begins counting, “One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three, one thousand four…” Thunder arrives. “The storm is four miles away, Grandpa. That’s what Daddy taught me,” he says. “That’s right,” I say, as the clouds suck more afternoon sunlight…

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Mowing Down Mrs. Badger

by Betsy Burr Sometimes in life you get a reputation—good or bad—for something you didn’t do. Jacky Dunford snatched my scooter right out from under my nose and sped off across the street. Enraged by this breach of neighborhood etiquette, my five-year-old self took off after him on my tricycle,…

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Thanksgiving

By Diane Walters I’m a slob! Right now the dishes are piled up in every square inch of my ten-foot kitchen. They are on the stove, in the stove, on the counter, in both sinks and in the dish drain rack; they are stacked two and a half-feet high on…

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Jump

by Michelle Beaudoin Michael, Pete and I went to the Flume to go cliff jumping. It was so hot out my lungs felt like they were full of milkshake and breathing was like trying to suck air through a straw. We had a lot of rain that summer, especially big…

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Courage, Resilience and Happiness

by Diane Walters “What gives you your resilience, Diane?” my friend from Minnesota asks me quite frequently. I never know what answer he is searching for. I never know what will scratch that itch he has. “What do you mean, Gary?” “You have not had an easy life, yet you…

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An Unexpected Love Letter

by Maile M. Walker You never forget your first love. I’m sure this simple sentence has conjured up memories for you. Images of boyfriends or girlfriends past who made your heart race in unexpected ways. My first love is a bit different. The mistress of my heart isn’t flesh and…

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