The First Moment of...The Sixties
By: Joseph Duffy
I was sure when The Fifties would come to an end. They would end on December 31, 1959, at the stroke of midnight. I was a young boy of eleven at that moment, and my twin brother Jim and I were helping my Mom baby-sit for my sister Betty, who lived across tiny Agate Street from us. It was a big deal, as the decade would be changing, something I had never experienced, as I was too young the last time this happened. Read more.
What Is She Thinking: A Canyon of Quandaries
By: Michele Johnson Keesee
Two beautiful, ocean-blue eyes stared blankly from behind scratchproof lenses. Her mouth gaped, and the sauce from the breadsticks she ate moments beforehand stained the corners of her mouth. Her facial muscles slacked and her shoulders slumped. Her mind had retreated to that special place, her face utilizing its shield, guarding her private thoughts. Read more.
The Ten Second Lesson
By: Norhafizah Manaf
It was during the World Championships Games which was held in Tokyo, Japan in 1991. The 100m mens finals was about to take place. There certainly was a cheerful festive atmosphere that late evening in Tokyo. The sun was just about to set. Read more.
The Polka Dotted Scarf
By: Geetanjali Jha
I remember opening up his big wooden wardrobe and burying my nose into his handkerchiefs. His clothes always had a pleasant, sweet, and mystical smell�not just his clothes, his closets, his bed; his entire room was infused with that intoxicating smell. Read more.
A Night to Remember
By: Douglas R. Johnson
Tonight is Sunday evening, the first day of daylight savings time. My wife is in bed sleeping now, but what I am relating was what I felt earlier this evening. We were watching Jewel of the Nile together, me on the floor and Peg on the couch. She never made it to the end but I was wide awake. Read more.
A Search for Truth
By: Pamela S. De Leon
I once read that between truth and the search for truth, opt for the second. I believe that sometimes, no matter how hard we search to find the truth, in the end, sometimes it just doesn't matter. Read more.
I Laid My Head in My Mother's Lap
By: Susan Mickelson
She was starting to get anxious and restless, so I sat her next to me on the couch. I had the urge to lay my head on her lap. It has been years since I did that and it brought back a flood of memories of my childhood. Read more.
Snow Hill Sniper
By: Mike Morin
Back when I was a young boy, there were some woods behind our house and in those woods was a dirt road that led to an abandoned sand quarry, complete with a sloping wall of top soil, which in winter became a pretty big and steep snow hill, for a ten year old anyway. Read more.
Mission Space
By: Douglas R. Johnson
For the first 25 plus years of my life, I never got to Florida. Well, after I was married, I went to Florida for the first time as a "Band Parent" with my wife, Peg as chaperones for our daughter's marching band trip. They marched in competitions and actually participated in the parade in Disney World. Read more.
The Night Before Christmas
By: P.E. Adotey Addo
It was the night before Christmas and I was very sad because my family life had been severely disrupted and I was sure that Christmas would never come. There was none of the usual joy and anticipation that I always felt during the Christmas season. I was eight years old, but in the past few months, I had aged greatly. Read more.
Your Memoir
By: You
Growing up in your Hometown...During your lifetime Read more.