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An eight year-old boy confronts God, in the Brides Room of the synogogue.

The strongest, bravest man in the Hills meets a monster out of Cherokee Mythology.

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In the fall of ’93, I was studying in...

In the fall of 1998 I was 27 and really working hard of getting my life together.  You see before that time I was kind of wild child.  But by Sept, I had quit sleeping around.  Not drinking.  Not taking drugs.  I had a...

 There is  this time. Its in every persons life, it is the point in time when a young child is old enough to fully comprehend, but too young to have the proper fear. This space between is fleeting yes, tiny compared to the...

Rebecca Hertz is a star student, to get into her dream college she simply needs to ace one final presentation.  

 

So Rebecca chooses the most compelling subject she can think of: female anatomy.  (...

 i look at this page and i get excited. but, for what ever reason, i just go blank with this excitement. i know there are tons of great stories to tell. the potential for this page to be filled with something incredible is limitless. i...

I was a college professor for 23 years. One day I discovered that several of my asian students had copied their homework from each other.  I repimanded them to not copy each other's work, but they little bit of English did not seem to make...

I'm hanging out in this seedy little dive bar on the NorthWest Side of Chicago the day before Christmas Eve. It's me, my wife who at the time was an undocumented imigrant, my friend Don, an ex- Anti Nazi Skinnhead and an internationally...

 

Before I get into this, I want to make a small disclaimer: In the intervening 10 years from then to now, I discovered drugs, quit drugs, and have had a brain tumor. The events are truly as I remember them, but I am no longer in...

 

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August 2010

 

It's been a year since I fired my Mother. I got a card from her last week that ended with, "Every morning I wake up and hope this will be the day you let me back in your life....

 

February, 1996

 

My husband drops me off. I'm going to be evaluated while he runs a few errands. He'll come pick me up when he's done. I walk up to the reception desk and introduce myself. "Oh yes. Someone is...