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At the Gates of Hell and of Heaven by Karen Hunt
I decided early on that the world was a terrible place. Oh yes, it was beautiful, marvelous and mysterious, but it was also terrible.
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Residence by Katharine Harvey
Some of my Mom’s belongings migrated to the new place and as years passed, I discovered what she left behind.
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Mom's Trump Card by Rick Whitaker
I asked my mom why Butch despised me--was it just because I was gay? No, Mom said, there’s more to it than that
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Sock Monkeys and Dancing Hippos by Brandon Burke
Anyone alive in the 70s will remember stuffed monkeys made from tube socks
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Christmas, Elsewhere by Heather Gatley
It was 1963. A blizzard blew across the grass outside the married quarters where we lived in RAF St Athan.
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The Apartment Menagerie by James Bloom
The first among all their creatures to be acquired, and ever primus inter pares in his father’s affections, was Bird, the Burrowing Owl
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Aunt Jean by Tracy Kauffman Wood
Aunt Jean would read popular psychology books on the #50 trolley as it bounced down Fourth Street in fits and starts toward Passyunk Avenue.
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Homemade Halloween by Auriel Roe
We’d hollow out rock hard swedes with sharp knives. When we lit the stump of a candle inside them, the smell of singed swede was beguiling.
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Migrants by Sam Letourneau
In 1975, my family emigrated from England to Australia. I escaped from a cold, dank, inner-city London to the bright sunshine of Perth.
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Out of the Picture by Charles Hara
May 3rd, 1971. We're having a party. I’m six years old, and my parents still speak to one another.
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Houseproud by Ruth Badley
Mum’s strategy for keeping her domestic world in order involved a strict but predictable regime of household tasks that could not be altered
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When I was Famous by Neil Ferguson
The overcast sky and the wishy-washy-not-really-raining July weather is still considering its next step.
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The Miner by Milton Altschuler
It was the summer of 1938 in Lansford, Pennsylvania. The town’s only industry was a deep coal mine whose workers were primarily Polish
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The Curious Case Of The Grandmother And The Frozen Mackerel by Lawrence Morgan
By the age of ten I was an accomplished teller of untruths, especially when it came to excuses for not attending school.
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Ninety-One in Dog Years by Wilson Koewing
When I was seven, Mom and I took a drive. There was a peace to life then. Rural South Carolina was a slow place.
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God-fearing by Dorothy Neagle
The heat hums. Grasshoppers click from stem to stem. In a few days, a tractor will cut and bale hay in the distance...
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Girl in the Doorway by Christopher Parent
“I have a dream that one day … little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls
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Father by Liane U’Prichard
Tonight I rewatch a video my son posted some time ago, of him teaching his five year old to weave on a pretty complicated loom. The patient
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Methylation by Rod Madocks
My Dad gave me a photo of himself to take with me as I set off at the age of seven to my tough Rhodesian boarding school.
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The Name Puzzle by Linda Petrucelli
Mother liked to pretend that my name was a family decision. I was the third child born to Donato and Carmella Petruccelli of Davenport, Iowa
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