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            ‘How could this have happened?’ ‘What have I just done?’ ‘Please let this be a dream?’  Those were the thoughts that...

I will never forget the day I got the call. Saturday October 18th 2008, around 10a.m at a volleyball tournament I was playing in I was told that a good friend of mine had been killed in a car accident. Kyle Jeffery Wickliff, the class clown, a...

I had already survived combat in Vietnam. I'd survived the belts, switches and fists that define child abuse, and a narrowly averted mid-air collision in a jetliner. But I often think that the closest I ever came to dying was that September night...

Everyone has “one of those nights,” you know, one of those nights where severe consequences are bound to happen.  Well, I thought “my night” was first semester when I took 23 shots and yaked for about 20 straight...

 Deborah Pintonelli

pintonelli@rcn.com

 

Looking out through mother's back porch sliding glass door I can see out over the woods separating our backyard and the backyard of the houses on the next street, in the Birmingham, Alabama suburb. A good two hundred yards of dense wooded area...

Fag! Queer! Fruit! These words were thrown around a great deal in Birmingham, Alabama elementary schools and high schools to attack someone’s masculinity. I might have been guilty of it myself, back then, during the late 70's. At one...

           Last Christmas, I went to New York for the first time. New York was one of the cities that I had really wanted to visit before I graduate from my university. Whenever I watched several...

Man it was fucking hot! 

It was March 1977 in New Jersey, and what was worse I was back inside the good old Pathway Bakery down on Broad Street In Newark. I had finally given up hope, thinking that I was destined for...

  This is a true story.

It happened two days after my father died while I sat next to him on his Hopsice bed, doing nothing in a situation where my training was screaming for me to do something....

 And now, at the start of spring, I give you a summer story.

 

            When I was a boy, I would often be caught daydreaming, mostly about my father. My behavior was not unique. Many boys, particularly those who grow up without their dads, spend time...

Awhile back, a slightly off-center, pot-smoking intellectual named Norm Roulet introduced Drupal, open source networking and the concept of accountability in local government to Northeast Ohio.

That experiment is REALNEO at...

 

 

 

 

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