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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...

 

A New Turn in Life

 

It was 3 in the morning, and I felt a presence climb into bed with me.  Asleep, I couldn't awake to check on my nocturnal visitor.  My eyes closed, but part of my senses alert I felt pressure along my spine, like that of a finger...

 

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...

 

Two and a half years ago, I met my love from across the pond on FB. We were in love by first chat. My parents flipped out even though I am a grown adult by the time he and I met. Finally, he came to NYC to see me, and I knew I want him to be...

 

My anxiety is dug out by you and you alone.

I told you not to dig, but you continued to excavate.

You shifted the blame on me, and proclaimed that

I was crazy.

You were the one

who shatter my insides, and you...

 

This is a story about a lie.

And why you shouldn't tell a lie to the physician's assistant at your local clinic.

Because no one succeeds when a CAT scan is involved.

(with apologies to the Beach Boys) 

 

 

 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...