911
By: Loretta Henke
I'm a New York City Teacher working and living in Manhattan. On the morning of 9/11/01, I did ordinary things and had ordinary thoughts. I went to vote and remembered how worried I was that I was going to be late for a meeting I had to go to. The traffic was heavy and I was getting anxious. Read more.
Once a Man, Twice a Child
By: Mary-Jane Gustin
This old adage was quoted many times from my Mother�s lips. And now I have seen it come full circle. Read more.
The Music Man
By: Karyn Stockwell
He was born in a time when labels were given to children. The labels were words that remained with them for all of their lives. The words caused pain to the people that loved them, but they had no meaning for these children. The labels they were given meant nothing to them. Read more.
Two Dreams
By: Karen Templin
I had known about Jesus my whole life, & I had loved him. I learned about his love, growing up in the Catholic church. I had also heard about the wrath of God. I thought about God as a stern man sitting on a throne in the sky. Read more.
Dad
By: Loretta Henke
I sat by my father's hospital bed. The sun was setting, its reflection on the river poetic in its raw beauty. We sat quietly. He seemed so far away as he stared into space. I knew then he had lost the will to live. When I commented on the beauty of the sunset he said only, yes, in a childlike way. His eyes were vacant, spiritless. Read more.
The Middle Child
By: Marybel
I have an older brother and a younger sister, as such, was the Child Psychologist's perfect stereotype of The Middle Child Syndrome. My elder brother was allowed to stay up later, to be in charge in the absence of our parents and worst of all, was perpetually held up as a paragon of virtue. Read more.
I was Touched by an Angel
By: Douglas R. Johnson
A number of years ago, my wife went into labor and I took her to the hospital. I was an instructor at Fairleigh Dickinson University and had an office in the research lab just a few blocks from the hospital. So instead of waiting around at the hospital, I went a few blocks back to the lab. Read more.
Unconscious Truth
By: Kelly Lester
Delray was a dirty, crime-ridden ghetto. Of course I was too young to know or understand this at the time. We lived in a one family house on the corner of Burdeno street, a few feet away from the junkyard, across the street from an open field that once bedded a couple of houses that burned, and then were torn down. Abandoned or burned houses were common in the city of Detroit. Read more.
A Star is Born
By: Carrie Wigal
My family moved to Rockaway, New Jersey in the summer of 1978. It was there that my dreams of stardom began. Read more.
Down Memory Lane
By: Viola A. Brady
When I was a little girl growing up in the hills of Western Pennsylvania, the world around us was a lot different from what it is today. Then there were fields and meadows of wildflowers: daisies, Queen Anne's Lace, wild asters, red clover and in the Fall the stately goldenrod. Read more.
Your Memoir
By: You
Growing up in your Hometown...During your lifetime Read more.