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  1. What a beautiful and beautifully written story about a rare connection. I can’t stop thinking about it!

  2. Thank you, Beth, for a masterful and emotion-packed story. I love the many details you provide about your daily routines as a young zookeeper, the behavior of the animals, and especially about Willy’s evolving interactions with you. You befriended him and he came to trust you. Beautiful story. A gift to us all.

  3. I missed the last Short Shorts/Micro Memoir deadline, but I’m interested! Will there be another contest?

  4. Beautifully written. Somehow you have given words to the myriad of struggles and feelings we encounter in our household. Thank you Luke for your honest and all-too-touching representation of these silent battles. I’m proud to be your colleague.

  5. I just wanted to say I’m absolutely in love with this piece of writing and it’s one of the best pieces of writing I’ve read in a while. I really felt like I was the performer with the guitar. I disagree with the other commenters, I think the CD idea adds a nice, fun detail.

  6. A gorgeous and revealing story…and so heartfelt! As a child my younger brother and I used to “rock” back & forth in bed and on the couch to relax and fall asleep…often humming or singing a mantra! I didn’t sleep over at a friend’s house until my teens as I was convinced I could not fall asleep without rocking. I overcame it but it was pure relaxation and contentment during my childhood! A revealing, important story!

  7. A very tender story, Beth! I had no idea of your experiences working at Mesker Park Zoo with Willy. Your ability to share such an impactful experience is impressive. Good job!

  8. How very heart wrenching to read! At the same time, the stragies he uses to help himself are so bold and daring!
    His strength and determination are daunting!

  9. Beth, I loved your story about Willy and the connection you made with him. I have shared the story with my family so they can enjoy it too.

  10. So sad, but Willy decided to embrace you and your love and concern for him. Must have felt like you were a mother figure to him. At least you both felt a goodness in each other. Sad, but at least you two had your moments together. Love it. Great story.

  11. Oh, dear Beth. Thank you for sharing your story of, and tender relationship with Willy. Your exquisite writing brought me so close I felt as if I was experiencing all of this wonder along with you.
    With gratitude and love.💕
    Suzanne

  12. What a sad but beautiful story about the strikingly ‘human’ connection primates can have with one another

  13. Not recommended for relaxed, bedtime reading. This piece kept me wide awake, cracking me up with unforgettable characters wrapped in the scents and sounds of barnyard chaos. Awesome read!

  14. Yes, I agree with the above. Cut the CD. They would not kiss as well if you were not singing. Just remember that.

  15. Thank you for writing this beautiful tribute to your friend and the friendship you shared. It reminds me so much of my own dear friend who died at 49, leaving me to miss her and the ease we had between us. Gone now for 25 years, but still deeply remembered.

  16. Brian Lee Knopp grabbed my attention at the beginning of this story and didn’t let go till the final “nope”. Hilarious, insightful and the introduction of an unforgettable character and situation has me wanting more from this author. Thank you!

  17. Love it! I could feel it, I could see it, I could hear it. I’m the lady in the corner, tapping my foot, clapping my hands after every song. Cut the CD.

  18. Really appreciated this piece. I always rush to send things out – bad habit – and then boom – I see the errors. Thank you for reminding me to slow down.

  19. What an absolutely beautiful tribute to the decades long love you have for your dear friend. Holding you in your grieving. Thank you for sharing.

  20. What a beautiful friendship. I’m so sorry for your loss. And I thank you for touching something in me that I had forgotten. I need to call a certain friend…

  21. Leah, I inhaled your story in what felt like a single breath. In so few words (and no periods, which worked!), you brought me into that dentist chair and let me experience Daniel’s gentle optimism and your parenting angst. Such a powerful and relatable story!

  22. You really make me want to save that poor boy, and wonder- at the same- if the duress did eventually serve him or hinder him- all while elegantly painting experience so I experience it concurrently. Beautifully written, haunting.

    • Thanks so much, Brett! That’s wonderful to hear as I was trying hard to capture the right tone and details.

      Cathy

  23. Paige, you’re a gifted young lady. I agree with all the other comments.
    That was well written, heart warming, & heart wrenching. I cried alot!

  24. Our kind and empathetic MA introduced us to your book by saying she was in recovery and her story was in your book. Very powerful book and amazing to hear she is now taking on a new grant position working with people dealing with substance issues. She has indeed helped more than one other!

  25. Thanks for this! I was drawn to read your essay since I am a 5’1″-er…and my youthful experiences (including your menstrual story and the scoliosis are exactly what I remember!) I loved your professional anecdotes as well. Though I’m a 50-something English prof, I’m usually the smallest in the room too.
    “Though she be but little she is fierce”! Thanks again.

  26. Finally after reading THIS, I get it! SHOW not just TELL. I never understood this, though people have written those words when critiquing my words. I’ve felt like such a blockhead and almost gave up writing my memoir. Thank YOU for renewing faith in myself. I am so grateful. I am a 76 year old female senior citizen that has to get crackin on her book.

  27. This piece came at exactly the right time, as I put the finishing touches on a microessay about the last Valentine’s Day spent with my mum before her passing. Your excellent pointers and examples helped me nail the final sentence I’d been agonizing over. Thank you!

  28. This is beautiful, Leah, I hear your voice through and true, and just wow <3 You are an amazing mom and woman and a gorgeous writer. <3

  29. Perfectly described. I tried acupuncture a couple of times for my chronic migraines – (we’ll try anything right – even becoming a tomato-shaped pincushion) – but it didn’t do anything other than trigger a migraine both times. Here’s hoping someone clever invents something perfect soon… until then – keep writing 🙂

  30. If I didn’t know better I’d say that I hair stood straight up the entire time it took me to read your story.

  31. This is a marvelously, entertaining and interesting essay. The author weaves together comments on power and size, in a funny and provocative way, that makes you laugh and think at the same time. Not a word in this nimble essay is wasted. It’s simply wonderfully- short.

  32. Wow
    Page you had me in tears. I am
    So glad I got to meet Tiny have him take hay from my hands. Such a gentle giant. So loved it showed. Rod and I feel Blessed to have you and Jessie in our lives even if it was to save his truck. lol. See you soon
    Carol

  33. A diamond of an essay both in form and content. Brave. Beautiful. Wonderful to gather here and feel real. I’m so excited to read more of your work in public spaces.

  34. The setup was skillful. The stream of consciousness style was perfect. The desperateness and responsibility that every mother feels when things go wrong was painful, just as you would wish. Well done!

  35. i loved reading your words and the style of stringing them all together. i was engaged from word one to the finish! you go girl!!!

  36. Paige, this was beautiful and so touched my heart. I have loved and lost horses. They give of themselves so generously in every way we ask, yet never lose that remarkable sense of self. Through it all, they love us and stand by us. You portrayed that perfectly in this piece. I look forward to reading your memoir some day.

  37. Oh Leah! I’m familiar with the calling forth of the courage to share your work and am so glad that you are! Keep being brave and telling your story – the world needs it!! ❤️❤️❤️

  38. I held my breath through the reading until the tears. What mother, or dental patient for that matter, hasn’t felt such honest pain? I love your writing, my friend!

  39. Leah! I’m so touched and impressed with your work! I love your voice and style! Warm and easy to connect with. Bravo! Congratulations! Looking forward to reading more! ( I don’t know why, but I woke up thinking of you and here you are!)

    • Thanks so much, Leah! This is the kind of comment that his music to every writer’s ears!

      Cathy Mellett

  40. 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
    I was completely absorbed and really touched by this story You are a wonderful Mother and a great writer.

  41. 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚and now I love Daniel too!! Enjoyed this piece Leah, I could hear your voice throughout….. loved the use of the comma, it’s a skill! The best most diligent mum I know!! 🥰

    • I started reading this, and stopped at “my fucked up teeth,” and laughed out loud, and I turned to my wife Carole and said I’m reading this piece written by my high school friend Leah, and she said, “She has a pretty smile,” cause I showed her your picture, and I said, “Yes,” and added you are one of the kindest ever, and I read Carole that first sentence, and well, don’t you know, I came to the end of that sentence, and I smiled, and Carole said, “I love it,” and I said, “Me, too,” and so thank you, Leah, this was awesome, and please please keep writing. XO

  42. Love this essay. Happy to be introduced to a new author to follow. I also am a former prosecutor, although in a less glamorous position than the US Attorney’s office in Manhattan. I’m currently writing a memoir about childhood trauma but would like to figure out next how to interweave the creative with my professional experiences. As a young attorney, I was roped into, by a senior partner, defending a serial killer and appearing doing so on national television. I’d like to write about that. Your writing, which successfully and artfully combines the personal and professional, is instructive.

  43. My 6’7” kept from being a fighter pilot, my childhood dream, but I was too tall to be drafted to go to Viet Nam.

  44. To me this is a rather sad story (imperfection, intimacy, loss) but the “peanut butter” brings levity. Really lovely writing. “Just into flesh. Just into lack.”

  45. Beautifully poignant. Rich and captivating. A powerful journey of decline and healing. So very well told, Paige.

  46. Hello Paige. Thank you for your moving story. You needed big Tiny so your loving horse stayed for you. What a beautiful tribute and inside look at Postpartum depression. I liked how you ended with hope. May your life and your writing be blessed. All the best, Mary.

  47. This a very enjoyable, well-articulated and expressive piece of writing. Couldn’t put it down until I finished it!

  48. brilliant, engaging, light-hearted. all with serious intent. The inherent tension Anne creates (where will she take us with this height thing?) coaxes us along, paragraph after paragraph, on a journey we never intended, with a delicious joy we didn’t expect, and a regret that it had to end.

  49. I don’t cry. Well, hardly ever. But this? This? You have so eloquent-emotionally captured the holyness, holiness, and wholeness of life… a day in the life… a month in a life… a life in a life. I hear you. You opened a channel for me to hear all those who are without a voice, or whose voices cant articulate the sheer powerlessness of overwhelm, of clinical overload, of whatever the diagnosis is spelled out on some take-these-sheets-home and look up these links… I hear the voices through your words… and, I think that my writing hand and heart, and my mothering past, and my animal-lovingness has just heard my own sounds; and there is a melody.

    • Marie, thank you for taking the time to type out such a heartfelt comment. I am so happy that it resonated with you. As this is my first piece available for public viewing your words are immensely encouraging. Thank you so much

  50. Dear Dheepa, sorrow’s disorientation as well as the luminous hush you create with such depth and authenticity stirs my heart for your story as well as my own. Truly, memorably rendered. Well done, Dheepa!

  51. if youre just reading her books youre probably fine but if you know this person pls be careful. this is a narcissistic sociopath who hates & blocks most members of her family. she recently tried to upset her own brother’s suicide funeral (which she refused to attend) with a series of self indulgent relentlessly self promoting letters, one of which attempted to incentivize her own mother to kill herself as well. she is not well. her career is based on joining multiple cults, & the only one she can never see is the one she is currently in.

  52. Drivel. Bloated description and a plodding style. Inaccurate portrayal of the Appalachian experience. That this shiznit is recognized as “good” nonfiction is mind-numbing.

  53. Dear Angela,
    I just happened across this review–which I somehow didn’t see when it was first posted back in June–and wow, thank you! I’m grateful to you for spending time with my words–even the tough ones–and for, you know, getting my sense of humor.
    Here’s to holding warm bodies & feeling brave enough to fly,
    Jill

  54. Very nicely done. AIM HIGH. NO HIGHER! AND DONT WAIT.
    WRITE AND FINISH AN OUTLINR OR DRAFT TODAY!

    YOU GOT IT … THE IT… you got It kid.
    Don’t dare waste it!

    SVG

  55. Such a moving story. I felt this way in Rome years after I had visited it w my dad by then deceased. Ann writes so well.

  56. Very poignant recounting of a mother’s identity through the memory of her daughter. I especially loved the repetition of scenes, what the mother must have witnessed, then what the daughter did. The daughter’s imagined scened of what her mother’s lost mind must be “seeing” on her driving by water.

  57. TALK ABOUT LUCKY! That’s amazing. Just in the nick of time, those ancient Indian spirits sent that buffalo to keep you from becoming, “just meat”, to that small pack of wolves.
    We can only wonder about the power from the great beyond, and how it is sometimes able to mingle with us, (down here) in our atmosphere.
    This is a wonderful piece. So well laid out and economically written. You gave us just enough, to be there and nothing that would scare us out of our wits. Though the fear was indeed felt. Felt to the bone.
    Aurora, is such a beautiful name. I’m trying to come up with what the nickname would be. I’ve never had a friend with that name. “Roar-a” would be the nickname I would have given you.

    Loved your story, “Roarah”.

    Best wishes,

    Ken B.

  58. Such an evocative piece of writing Ann – I understand the fascination of process and the half of a half of a half….. my drawing for you is still waiting in the studio – I’ll send it … but not today

  59. Lovely and relatable–the murkiness of living in those in-between spaces and times–where we are both and neither.

  60. Wow, what a story and what a tribute to your dad. I remember you well from our days together at Forrest Sherman High School. You did a great job in your article reminding us of the sacrifice people like your dad paid to keep our country safe. I wish you could’ve known him more.
    Bruce M.

  61. A real Romeo and Juliet story without all the unnecessary theatrics. Enjoyed it. And wish it upon everyone in the world.

  62. I think she you are harshly judgmental about Laura, Brian. He. father didn’t ‘nobly’ sacrifice true love for his family, he hid ( out of fear) and was inauthentic , he did not live a truthful life.
    There is no judgement for the father -to feel that one has to sacrifice authenticity and selfhood in order to survive is a tragic and extraordinarily painful ( to put it mildly).
    To suggest that Laura addressing her own very painful and confusing feelings as opposed to feeling primary compassion for dad is very cruel. you have no idea how that kind of secret can distort a young person’s life. She was the victim – like it or not- his life was his choice. hers was not.

  63. Sarah! We were in Lisa Wells’ Orion workshop together. This is a beautiful piece. Shattering…in the way that truth always is. Thank you for sharing this rich word-soil.

  64. I was a participant in the Schick Center for Smoking and Weight loss at the age of 12 and did lose weight but the body shaming that came with the electroshock treatments did harm to my self esteem I can’t even out into words. I’d love to find out what happened to the company and if anyone ever looked at this as child abuse.

  65. Great interview. I took a braided essay class with Lily in 2022 and really enjoyed it. Re. nonfiction and “level of concern about how it’s going to be received by the people in their lives.” I’d be curious about fiction. I can remember my Swedish husband reading a novel by an author who had been one of his students and feeling uncomfortable at recognizing himself. I’ve heard people say that swapping out traits from a variety of real people is part of creating believable characters. Is there a “crossing the line” in fiction too? Thoughts?

  66. I went to salsa night in Al Asad one time in 2005 out of curiosity when we had an over night stay on main side. I saw two Marines fake fight over a chair that was their dance partner. They “argued” with the chair, “argued” with one another over who would get to dance with the chair. It was pretty funny to watch. I never went back. That seemed like a great ending. Also, not long after the CG in Al Anbar province stopped salsa night, fight night, all the nights. What I had heard was the the MWSS at Al Asad was not supplying base security as the mission says they are supposed to. It was, instead, Marines from 3/25 from Haditha Dam. He had said until those Marines could attend those nights, no one would get to go until the grunts had that same opportunity. All us combat arms Marines celebrated.

    It was nice to read this. When I saw the title I immediately thought of Al Asad. I was glad to read this and see how it stuck out to another Marine.

  67. Oh I had no idea. We were beat of friends in grade school and I spent many nights with her . I am sorry she struggled. Thank you for this .

  68. My mother would wiggle her toes when my sisters and I sang, “We’ll be down to getcha in a taxi, two steps we’re goin’ to h
    ave a ball….:” brought back such happy memories Jeff….thank you for letting me in.

  69. Mothers, daughters, sisters–so complicated, and yet you’ve explored that complexity with grand agility.

  70. ” I will kiss my stories goodbye and send them adrift” – How beautiful that last paragraph is . Zina, I loved reading your goals to leave behind something that someone will find…… and yes we POC have to use our voices, share our stories.

  71. What a powerful piece. I know Brittany’s family and I am excited about her soon to be released memoir, Hell If You Don’t Change Your Ways. Congrats on all you’ve achieved thus far! All the best.

  72. One of my favorite books in both its adventurous form and its content. I read it in one sitting and would do so again and again. This beautiful review really captured its essence.

  73. What an outstanding piece. Love and regret and pain all mushed together–we unwrap it and there it is, memory, freshly shorn.

  74. It is amazing the content of such a short read. The more I read the more I wanted to read. Anxiously anticipating more from you. Amazing read, Zina!

  75. To me this was such a compassionate and sharply observed picture of how the love between mothers and daughters and between sisters isn’t always fair in the way it’s given or taken but can be mediated by regret or grief, or even envy. That love is still real though—I think this came through.

    • Yes Indeed ,OMG- First I give thanks for this Amazing Lady, She soars,roars, she gets it done. I’m So so Proud of you making big moves, doing big things- I so enjoyed this, and it leaves Me wanting more- That’s when you know!!!!… May God Continue to bless you In ALL you do Zina. One Love❤️ Keep it Coming.

  76. Dear Zina, i loved reading your piece on writing. I look forward to your forthcoming autobiography. I can even hear you reading it and this gives it a greater force in my mind as a reader. Keep it up.

  77. Wow! That was an awesome read! It is amazing how much I can relate to what you wrote. I can hardly wait for your next blessing!

  78. In the short amount of time it took me to read this I was transported to a place of calm and serenity. Your writing is so vivid. I can’t wait for your short story!

    • Zina, I’m so excited for you and cannot wait to read your upcoming work. I am especially excited to read your autobiography about your military journey. Beautiful writing.

  79. Zina! Your writing takes the reader in and allows him/her to feel the undulation of the waves in your mind and movement. Looking forward to reading more of your work!

  80. I like this creative thinking “ways crashing”! I want more!

    Excuse me we’re saying this, You have mother’s snip-it but not grandmother (you’ll get there) creative thoughts becomes reality; say what you mean in the moment.

  81. Beaitiful. When Jeffrey’s mother rouses to “Under the Boardwalk,” I’m remeinded of a hospice patient who hadn’r spoken or opened her eyes in days but mouthed the words as volunteers sang a Christmas carol at her bedside.

  82. Very nice. I can feel the early morning and the “delicate and hectic” movement of birds, as well as all the memories.

  83. Your words captured eloquently the care you had for your mother, and the care she had for you. You can feel that kind of love go deep in the soul, as obvious as sun going down.

  84. I felt like I was there. This brought back memories of being in the Army working as a psychiatric specialist during Viet Nam 1971-1973 at Walter Reed Army Hospital. There was life and death all around me, suffering beyond understanding. All that could be done was to be there for them in any way that felt right. I could feel your fear and pain for too have been in your skin.

  85. Written from the heart, yet in such an informative and amusing way. Certainly gives me pause from feeling miserable about the unfortunate loss of my testicles. Kinda makes me want to tell myself to grow a pair.

  86. I love this, Tamara! I’m forwarding your terrific advice to friends as soon as I finish writing this comment. Thanks for the shout out, you da bomb! xx

  87. Well written Krishna. Bring on more. The universality of suffering – very moving and in so few words !

  88. I love this hermit crab essay! What a clever and humorous approach to a complex and hard experience. I just wish that the multiple choice answers (which are labeled as 1, 2, 3, 4) would match the language in the text (i.e. “Answer C, of course they all must go.” “Answer C, but they really mean D.” etc.)

    • Meghan (and Louise!) – Thank you so much for reading. And you are absolutely correct! This was a quirk with the WordPress formatting when we input the content during production! We’re so sorry for this snafu; it’s something we should have caught during QA, especially since the form is what makes this essay. It’s been fixed to match the author’s original draft and intent! Thank you for commenting and for your grace. 🙂

  89. I love the breathlessness of this story–its tempo–the way it lingers for just a moment and in the next leaps across time. Reading it a few times, I tried to figure out how Ms. Miller created this breathlessness and came away with one word she uses twice: Pfft. The tempo of the syntax is driven by cars and a bus, Miller’s non human protagonists. This is without a doubt my favorite coming of age story!

    If coming of age in my home country of West Germany took place by way of bikes and street cars and trains, in rural North America childhood was ended by (and in) private cars. (The song about American Pie, the Chevy & the Levy tells a tragic story about it.)

    In many ways the condition of the Chevy Galaxy works like a metaphor for the kid’s feelings about his relationship to his older brother. It’s broken and needs repair; it disappears entirely; reappears and needs fixing again; till finally, it will be replaced by a dream car, a new Buick. This promise of a closer relationship is in the boy’s imagination, a vision that he sees in the future; a dream of a relationship with his grown up, soon to be married, brother that actually works.

    But such a mechanical summary does no justice to the lyrical way Ms. Miller tells a story about a boy’s longing for closeness to his older brother. This is a fabulously crafted story and I can’t wait to read other stories by Ms. Miller.

  90. So, so beautifully written. Please write more. Keep submitting pieces ready for publication so that I can read them with my hazel eyes while sitting on my sofa in the room with two cats. — 73-year-old woman in Massachusetts

  91. Wonderful! I love how you interspersed the experience in the room with your memories of your Dad and thoughts about your own fathering.

    • Beautifully written. Such a mikafo stick build up. I think I held my breath for the duration. Scared silly like the character & then boom! A silly piece of fuzz. Exhaling at last…

  92. Such a beautiful, poignant story. It reminded me so much of the last days of my own mother’s life. I even have a bowl story similar to yours. Only I was an adult when I broke it.
    Many thanks for this lovely work of art.

  93. I have not had Covid, but I might as well have. I am losing strength from inactivity. I know I need to move more, but here I sit.

  94. What a beautifully written account of such raw emotions and heartbreaking reality. I am still weeping after reading this. To have such a deep love and know you will lose it is incomprehensible. Having known such joy in a marriage and accepting the reality that it must end is truly devastating. I witnessed it with my sister who lost her husband to a terminal illness. Sending healing thoughts to you…🙏🏻

  95. Great questions—and answers. Morgan’s book is a fascinating look at a family’s process with life-threatening illnesses, emotional turmoil, loss and resilience.

  96. Well done, Louise Bell. I’m sorry you had to go through all of this. You’re a wonderful writer.

  97. Wow! I am thrilled to read this beautiful essay and revel in your gift of words again. Long time reader and lover of all three of your books. I met you once, at a book club reading in St Paul. You are as lovely as your writing. Keep shining, Jonathan!

  98. This is a beautiful piece. A lovely look at the efforts of a daughter who regrets not a single act of love shown to her mother.

  99. Your story moved me beyond anything in a long long while. So rich and brittle and fat-thin and strong at the same time. And your writing convinces me that love exists outside the bathtub, too.

  100. Your tribute is heart rending and even though full of pathos not a bit sentimental. I had to go back to your first sentence to get the full tragedy of his life. Erased twice. Just beautiful writing — will look for other stories by you!

  101. I love the way you relate the island’s history to yours — great structural device! I don’t mind telling you that I had some (minor) belly responses to your ordeal. Fabulous story telling!

  102. Thank you, Jason, for humanizing Sleepy’s life. No one knows why he chose a sad path. Bless you for having compassion and gratitude. We need more writers like you.

  103. Carol,. Quite an inspired piece as I found myself , introspectively recalling images, situations sometimes loosing but eventually winning. And like standing in front a slot machine I too found my self struggling to let go of the handle knowing three 🍒 await , to sate my certainty.of a win….eventually!
    Thank you again for that great.composition.
    Hamburgers anyone?

  104. Dave’s heart, you and your tub, the views—-all of it pulled me in. That’s what good writing does.

  105. Trish’s writing is so evocative. Her prose takes you right into the kitchen. I felt the cold on my face from the open fridge door.

  106. Such a great conversation between two of my favorite memoirists. I found myself nodding in agreement as i read. Looking forward to spending time with both of you soon!

  107. “…it is possible to take care of yourself and not only survive, but thrive.” Never easy and sometimes awkward, but yeeessss. Wonderful interview.

  108. Carol, Love this essay. It’s upbeat, exuberant, fun and a joy to read! I can hear you saying each word and sentence. It’s You! Thanks for sharing and the uplift to my day. Debbie V

    • Thank you Deb! I’ve always enjoyed writing, and have learned so much over the last few years via Zoom writing classes.

  109. What an incredible story. It was so moving that I didn’t want it to end. Thank you so much for giving us a vivid snapshot of life in a trans family.

  110. Am navigating my own loss to suicide of my teenaged son. I found him too. Sometimes you need somebody who gets it. I’m sorry there are others. When I get to the other side, I sure as hell hope it makes some sense.

  111. I read this wondering how such a good heart is given such a rough life. Then my mind wanders down the rabbit hole wondering if you could talk to and live vicariously through the life and times of your asshole brother, would you take the opportunity?

  112. I always said after going thru what I did when our parents died in same yr…” I’m going to write a how to manual..”. Always have multiple cert copies of your self and partners documents. Birth certificate. Marriage cert. I bought 12 death cert. I used all but 1. And they must be certified. Which costs money.

  113. A beautifully written piece; albeit heartbreaking. I will eat ice cream cake with you any day! Xoxox

  114. Dad was surprised to find that each death certificate cost 20 bucks, and since he needs about 50. . . The death care industry is a complete rip off. Thank you for baring your soul and sharing, because it’s so important to make this shit known. Love you.

  115. Thank you, Lisa. The practical side of death is a hammer that many don’t see coming. Your notes are a true guide – especially about the death certificates. The thing I most remember about my mother’s death was being in a foreign place and having to drive out in the middle of nowhere to meet a family-owned mortuary who did cremations. It felt like an audition. This was East Texas and creamation was not the accepted form of burial. I felt more judgement than compassion. “You don’t want an urn? Any urn? Then how will you transport your mother’s remains?” (By halving them and sending one box to my sister in California and one box to me in Hawai’i.). Trying not to spend money on ashes was met with downcast looks and a cool demeanour as if I was some heathen monster, some sort of evil they couldn’t get rid of fast enough. I should be ashamed, that was obvious. And here I’m running around, emotionally distraught, and trying to sort out the business end of death while my sister is sitting in the ICU with my dying mother. Mom had a living will but she was in a Baptist Hospital in East Texas. It took me 9 days to get her off of life support even though she had a living will and I had power of attorney. I kept having to debate the issue with their lawyer and counsellor while my mother’s eyes pleaded with me, grabbing at her ventilator tube with her eyes begging me to enforce her wishes. So my mother is dying and I’m evil and cheap and a potential murderer, all from those ‘here to help’. The business of death. I was not ready for it either, but ready or not…

  116. Wonderful story full of the love, hope, protection and letting go that is parenting. Thanks for so clearly voicing it for all of us.

  117. Kayte says:
    March 22, 2023 at 8pm

    I have never been given the opportunity to “know” this fabulous writer and/or especially her heart. Thank you for exposing its’ depth with me and to the world that is privileged to read it…. And thank you for allowing me to see my beloved brother in a way that he was unable to show me…… and I thank your sweet daughter for sharing this gift to me…..

  118. What a remarkable and beautiful piece that shows a parent’s infinite love and capacity to pave the way in unchartered territory. Thank you for writing and sharing this!

  119. It takes a lot of bravery to share the writing assignments God has given you these past couple of years. Thanks for the tough, honest words. Judy

  120. The writing from this man is simply beautiful. The way the words flow together make the imagery of the content come alive. I was transported. I need more works from this talented author!

  121. A practical and poignant list. Our system makes it hard to be the one left behind. Thank you for finding the fortitude to share it.

  122. This essay was beautifully written. Every parent should be as devoted and understanding to their child as Ren is.. What a wonderful gift it is to have this unconditional love to give a child. Bravo Ren!!! Looking forward to more stories.

  123. Oh Jon – How good to read your words again. I still use lines from the Healing when speaking about the “calling” of birthwork. Your writing has always had a place in my heart and, even more, in my soul. This doula is one of your biggest fans.
    Judith Nylander

  124. Your writing is so strong- I felt like I was in the kitchen with you when your mom walked in. Thank you for sharing that story. Great job!!

  125. You are a gifted writer! I miss visiting with you in the back of the church sometimes. Keep shining your light!

  126. Thank you for giving voice to that quiet/loud/angry/sad buried Self that many of us live with – so many hopes and fears! I look forward to reading more of your work.

  127. Required reading for humans! Thanks to the author for vividly showing us what one family’s love for their trans kid looks like.

  128. So real and honest about the struggle of potential loss and trying to live with its inevitability. Beautiful and heart breaking at the same time.

  129. Wow that was a great story! Why can’t we just all love each other? That writer put her kid and their needs first 😉

  130. Jonathan your story is indeed sunlight therapy. I liked following you back home, and I think of my cousins back in Copiah, knowing that they likely directed their negativity towards you. I particularly am glad that James predicted your future as a writer, and glad that I am one who read a couple of your books, and learned from you. So very good to hear from you, love, love, love you, and all the esteem you have gathered and shared.

  131. The awakening of a spirit. A story that could have been lived and told a thousand times but I read it here first. Thank you Jonathan.

  132. What an incredible story! Thank you for sharing the thoughts and feelings of your tender years, when so much can snuff out that light and sparkle so easily. I’m glad that your story now has happier days in it and the success because of your considerable talent.

  133. My grandma has Lou Gehrig’s disease, she is about 75 years old it was diagnosed 2 years ago. Right now it’s getting more difficult to live for her, because of stiff muscles she can’t even move. Riluzole and Edaravone medicines are given, but won”t give much relief. She can”t eat food without choking. I thought this might be the last stage and the medications she was given did not help at all, so I started to do alot of research on natural treatments, I was introduced to Health Natural Centre and their ALS Herbal Protocol. She started on the ALS/MND Treatment last year, her symptoms gradually diminished including her vocal cord spasm, Body Weakness and Difficulty with swallowing. Reach them at health natural centre . org , She is getting active again since starting this treatment, she is able to walk again ( down the street and back )she have also resumed exercising to strengthen muscles!! God Bless all ALS Caregivers. Stay Strong, take small moments throughout the day to thank yourself, to love your self, and pray to whatever faith, star, spiritual force you believe in and ask for strength. I can personally vouch for these remedy but you would probably need to decide what works best for you.

  134. Absolutely beautiful work. So relatable to my life on so many levels. Thank you for writing this, thank you for sharing. Glad to have you around.

  135. March 7, 2023
    This was a very visual piece of writing weaving all the colors of life, fabric, mother, daughter, family. Thank you for sharing and taking me on a journey with you from the beginning to the end. A lovely tribute to your Mother.

  136. I went through this, too. Not in quite the same way, but it took me a long time to move from noticing that I was happiest when I was writing — to noticing that I was happy ONLY when I was writing, and no other time. The problem was not the girls.

  137. Thank you for this interview! I resonate with so much of what was discussed, even though my daughter’s depression did not knock her into psychosis, she turned to drugs to self medicate. As a mother, I experienced the same far, anger, loss, and determination to help someone who was “not there.” Sharing stories, I find, is the best medicine for moms.

  138. I recently lost my mother and I found my emotions reflected beautifully, wonderfully in this writing.

  139. Oh that first step takes so long. Lifting that 10 pound shoe and allowing it to drop 6 inches in front of you and then the nest step. What we put ourselves through before we execute. The result FREEDOM!
    Thank you for Stuckness

  140. The subject of this piece was enough to take my breath away. But then the richness and precision of the language (“the plastic dome WINCES open”), the matter-of-fact tone that comes with grief…wow. Brilliant. Thank you.

  141. Whoa! That guy was having a bad day! Wonderful
    piece , light and solid.
    It flew.
    PS saw your letter in P&W and had to look your published self up. Don’t stop!

  142. My favorite lines: ” ‘You think culture is just sarees and cumin and oil wicks? No, kanna,* culture is how you see, what you value, what you remember.’ And I realize it’s true. Despite my limitations, despite the deficiencies in my knowledge and understanding, there is nevertheless a legacy built right into my own foundation, infused in my blood and bones. It shapes how I think, what I honor, what I choose to write, and how I write it.”

  143. Notes on the Fragility of Bowls shows a rare depth of soul. It shows a courage to share existential reflections on personal life events. The images used are striking, at the same time real and symbolic. The hollowed maple burls, the coronation bowl and the clay pot, both broken and repaired, the jagged sutures and missing shard.

    This moving reflection is so much more valuable that what we often hear from those caught-up in mundane trivial talk and activities. There are past and present events that we cannot control or change. There are wounds, sorrows, and tears that have left their indelible traces on life and memory. There is the image of light departing through the wounds. Can the heart keep pumping? Can the light be replenished?

    Finally, we are left with the suspense of the incomplete future: “I will…”; and the shared love of the song of the white throated sparrow.

  144. I just found this in early 2023. It is so deep and touching that I want to read it again and perhaps comment again tomorrow. TMc in Ontario

  145. This essay has me searching for words to express what has been revealed to me. Things that I have just found about you, and things I’ve just found out about me. Ah, a ringing phone to break the spell.

  146. Oh Dheepa!! This is such a lovely piece – wish it wasn’t so sad!! You are an amazing daughter, mother, wife and a great friend! ❤️

    • Oh my god… it’s so so touching odhina… I could visualise every scene when u read every instance you mentioned and the tears rolling down my cheek..

    • So very well expressed Dheepa, but so sad to read, hard to contain the emotions!
      You are a fabulous writer!! Love and hugs !!
      💕

  147. A very energetic and moving vignette, really well written. I closed my website but you can find me at Jane Berger Herschlag.

  148. I loved your story, too. I did some dangerous things in my early twenties and luckily nothing bad happened. But doing them empowered me to do other kinds of things that weren’t physically dangerous, but scary for me, such as face classrooms full of kids as a new teacher, go for a masters degree when I didn’t even like school, train and run a marathon, and the biggest of all—face cancer. There’s always a fine line between life and death, but life is for stepping out for what we want/need even when we are afraid. I’m so sorry you don’t have your brother on earth anymore. But I bet he’s with you in spirit whenever you attempt to do something hard. Keep talking with him. He’s listening.

  149. It is beautiful writing. I have two people I cared about who killed themselves and you do wonder what that last day was like and you are left wondering for a long long time about everything and more.

  150. Oh, Joy! This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing the gift of your considerable talent in capturing all of the many emotions present in each of these moments.

  151. I absolutely love this beautiful piece of writing. My father was a gardener too. His hands were always warm. I remember my small cool hands warmed by his many times in my childhood and adolescence. He would have taken pleasure to did up a lily for me, just as Sayuri’s father did for her here. He was a constant in my life. Unconditional love. The images your writing evokes, “My father stands in a field of sunflowers”. “Day after day, lifting me up into daylight ” . “As he circled the bright fields”. Just gorgeous.

  152. The writing beautifully captures the grace and challenges of a devout life! The musings on the habit are especially engaging.

  153. TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN/
    .LINDA ANN MURPHY …THIS IS A NEIGHBOR OF YOURS FROM YOUR GREAT IVY LODGE DAYS AT 500 N. TAYLOR.KIRKWOOD MO
    . I WAS TOLD YOU ARE STEALING MY SOCIAL SECURITY DIRECT DEPOSIT MONTHLY MONEY. SET UP WITH A
    MAN FROM FLORIDA CLAUDE FRANCIS IN KIRKWOOD MO..WITH KAREN CLARKS MONEY NOW FOR FEBRUARYS PAYMENT …YOU HAVE BEEN SOO CRUEL TO THIS LADY, KAREN CLARK. YOU MUST NOT STEAL THIS LADYS MONEY AND GIVE HER DIRECT DEPOSIT TO YOURSELF IN FEBRUARY 2024….LET HER BE LINDA MURPHY AND ALSO CLAUDE ..SHE WAS TOLD TO CALL POLICE AND REPORT THIS TODAY..BE THE WOMAN YOU SHOULD BE..NOT GREEDY..LINDA. THIS IS HER MONEY FROM HER MORE THAN 10 YEARS OF MARRIAGE .WIDOWS BENEFITS ..SHE WAS PRIVLIDGED TO RECEIVE THIS EARNED BENEFIT…SHE WAS TOLD HER NECT MONTHS PAYMENT MAY BE GOING TO MISSOURI. TO A BANK ACCOUNT IN KIRKWOOD MO TO YOU LINDA ..

  154. Tim Hetherton brought me here- that was super interesting and fun to read! thanks for putting that all down!

    Chris Gibbs

  155. Nice piece of writing! To me, your experience has always been a secret history. I’d be interested in reading more!

  156. Beautiful piece! I love the way you weave in the process of kayaking as well as the myth of Demeter and Persephone!!!!

  157. What a great interview! A plethora of good information. I will be re-reading Candace’s book for about the 4th or 5th time.

  158. What an amazingly gorgeous story. What a great ride in a foreign land, (beyond Kansas) I could visualize every scene. So sorry about what you endured due to your brother’s choice. (((BIG HUGS))) to you.

  159. Thanks for your beautiful memory, Ryan. It’s so important to remember how we got here, and your story brought to light a few special vignettes of my own family tales. So many ancestors did so much to help me thrive in a world so very different to the ones into which they were thrust. At my best, their strength and wisdom live on through me. Your story underlined for me how much joy my family savored in my smallest achievements. I could taste the the contentment and gratitude in your postscript fish dinner. Thanks for prompting my own sweet memories.

  160. Hello Ms. Francis-Williams!

    I am delighted to have come across this story and you! Your biography says you grew up in the 60s and were immersed in the counterculture movements of southern California. As a graduate student, I am working on a research project around just that and, if able, I’d be honored to talk to you more about those things. After reading this story, I also wondered if you had ever published your memoir “Sassafras Tea and Cinnamon Toast, a life without ruffles.”

    Warmly,
    Lexie

  161. today is December 23rd. according to your “when can you submit” there is a fee-free submission period from 12/21/2022 to 12/31/2022. I have tried every day so far, but Submittable still still demands $3.00. this is not about the money. This is about accuracy and being able to rely on posted information about a submission call. Can you please let me know how to access the free submission. There is a world of difference between pay to play and venues just welcoming written works. I await your instructions on accessing the fee-free option.

  162. Casey thank you for sharing a moving and soul gripping summary of these three novels that I am grateful to know about. It has been five years since I lost my adored 26-year-old son and I am hoping I will find my words to share this never-ending grief.

  163. I really enjoyed your memory piece, Ryan. It brought back all the details of going fishing with my father (though he LOVED it). Even setting trotlines.

  164. I love this essay, Maryam!! Finding compassion for the ways we are unique in our reading, writing, and learning is so liberating! Thank you for sharing!

  165. Evoked long ago memories of farm pond fishing in the deep summer heat, and left me longing for a seat at the family table. Ohhhh, for a taste of Mama and Mamaw’s fresh caught deep fried fish, hush puppies, and coleslaw! Simply lovely, Cressie. More, please!!!

  166. I once read in the Economist something to the effect, “Evil exits in the world and evolution has prepared us to recognize it”. This sounded right to me based on my experiences in life. I could make decisions that were not random, but the result of parenting I received and all other knowledge gained by living in different cultures and working with humans in these diverse cultures that would be considered, “The right thing to do” and these decisions would benefit me and be beneficial for the society. I have more recently concluded that many people make poor decisions because their envelope of knowledge is too limited to cope with misinformation. Further, I have concluded that most of those trapped in this limited bubble of knowledge will never have the necessary curiosity or incentive to be motivated to expand their knowledge which could allow them to have thoughts and make decisions which are better for them and the society. This has made me more empathetic towards these people and causes me sorrow that they will what the remainder of their lives trapped in small bubble of knowledge.

  167. Loved the imagery in this story- brought back many fond food memories of time spent cooking & fishing with my Missouri grandparents.

  168. A tender, vivid story that really transported me to place (and, naturally, inspired me to cook fish tonight). Well done, Ryan!

  169. Joanne I met you in person at the Library in Oneonta . I finished your book on 3 days. It made me laugh and it made me cry. As we talked about in Oneonta I can relate to your story. My husband had PSP. And while reading your book I felt like I was reliving my husbands battle with PSP. As Beany said your book is a love story. If my husband had had ax choice he would have chosen the same path as your husband did. Thank you for sharing your love story. My love story was very much the same as yours. My husband was a gift.

  170. A beautifully written story. It is full of sights , sounds, smells, and taste. It made me happy and sad and also reminded me a bit of Welty.

  171. Ryan, I love the richness of your storytelling – such a feast for each of the senses. You pry loose memories of my own childhood as you unwind your story, full of the poignancy of seemingly simpler times, comfortable and predictable routines, delicious home cooking, and taking life as it is. Your writing is both a balm and a nudge. Beautiful! I cannot wait for more!

  172. This is such a gentle poignant story — I soon got lost in the world you created. The car and the siblings, the fish fry and the hush puppies, the sense of time lost is all so rich. Love the way it brings you up to modern day- fish from Whole Foods, dining alone after the parade of people in the childhood house. This is a lovely piece of memoir writing. More, more please

  173. What a lovely story, so happy you have such vivid memories, and can share them.
    I would have liked to spend a day with Mamaw!
    Bravo!

  174. Ryan, such a beautiful story. I feel like I have been transported to your youth – in a place that’s so different from where I grew up – in a way that is rich, warm and moving. Congratulations!

  175. Ryan, I so enjoyed reading about this vivid Mississippi memory. I can’t help but tear up thinking of my own. I too had a Mamaw that told all of us children we would never be a fisherman if we couldn’t bait our own hook. Congratulations!

  176. This story made me feel like a fly on the wall of someone’s life. So rich, so vivid, so delicious… Loved it!

  177. Wow, that made me feel so warm inside. It brought me back to the simpler days as a kid just playing outside with my friends and then running home to a home-cooked meal with my family. What an amazing childhood memory. I could really picture the whole scene. Loved it!

  178. Loved this story about family and fishing. I thought a lot about my now-deceased younger brother who adored fishing. Really felt connected to the characters in the story. Thank you for the sweet peek into what can draw families together.

  179. Ryan — Time travel is such a wonderful gift — thank you for transporting us. You have a gift for telling details — can see (and hear) Bubba jumping two-footed to the ground, the shirtdresses (for good and not so good) are vivid still and I can picture Mama at the stove, talking and cooking, lifting the edge of the fish to make sure it’s not too brown.

  180. What a great story, Ryan. It transported me back to Mississippi and a bygone era. It makes me want to grab a cane pole and find a little pond in the woods somewhere. Congratulations!

  181. Congratulations, Ryan (or should I say “Cressie”?) on the publication of this wonderfully detailed childhood story. It further confirms the rich truth of food being the key to life’s best memories. Is that really the hush puppy origin story? Never knew that!

  182. Loved this so much! It brought tears to my eyes. As the baby in the story, and being raised by the same women it is interesting how our experiences with these 2 women were different in many ways. I always knew they loved fishing but never really enjoyed seeing them fishing in the way described in the story. Their fishing days were over by the time I could remember. It was so fun reading the story from your perspective. You told it so well. Thank you for capturing this memory.

  183. You have a wonderful way of conveying your journey and showing how nothing is left behind.
    I really enjoyed your book, too.

  184. Oh, Ryan! What a wonderful story! I so enjoyed immersing myself in the beautifully crafted vignettes of a loving family and childhood memories. I can almost taste the hush puppies and brim. A bit of made by hand makes the tasty memory even better!

  185. I just read your story aloud to Terry! It’s so genuine, and directly from your heart. Details upon details create a warm and real response from anyone reading it. It was so visual. Terry added that your childhood was sure different from either one of ours! We love it.

  186. Such a lovely and well written memory Ryan, I really enjoyed slowing myself down to appreciate the nuances!

  187. What a journey into a time and place I sadly don’t think exists even in Mississippi.
    But maybe. I loved the relationship of the women handing down tradition through nature, activity, stories. So much love emanates even to us the readers. A gift.

  188. Such a beautiful story. I feel like I am right there. Also, love the inclusion of present day experience at the end.

  189. Ryan, thanks for that memory….I can see all of us gathering at Mamaw’s house at the holiday. Such a small house but so huge with love and good memories… it’s amazing how we all fit. I can feel Mamaw’s dress as I climbed in her lap in that rocking chair…..slightly worn but rich with her scent. I’m instantly brought back to images of her brushing her long grey hair at night before bed and rubbing Ben-Gay on her knees……LOL

  190. Ryan- Congratuations! I loved reading about your memories of Mama and Mamaw. Food is a way of traveling through time. Beautifully conveyed. Mary Pat

  191. Beautiful, poignant story with such an authentic voice – I’m sitting right beside you throughout! Great piece, Ryan!

  192. I loved Davis’s use of field peas.
    Loved Ronit’s Another one who wouldn’t be ours.
    Loved Randel’s and pulls herself into the rest of her day, week, life.
    Great examples departing an essay. The emotional leave always resonates with me.

  193. Ryan – This is fantastic! I was right there with you as a child – such sensual details — SO ALIVE! You’ve made me hungry for fish and fishing. Thank you for writing this. Karen

  194. What a delightful childhood memory… I could see and hear and almost taste every moment you spent that day with your family. You wrote it with such a tender richness, that I want to know more!

  195. Hi Ryan……….I’m so glad Denise told me about your story. You did a great job, good buddy. I loved the vivid memories, the solid setting, the accurate dialogue. Hurrah for you! Now I am waiting to read your whole book of memories. Keep on keeping on. love, carol

  196. Lovely vulnerable piece and learning to take care of our body and use the damn restroom when we need to is a real practice!

  197. I have read this so many times – I give it to my students – and each time it guts me. I watched my mother die, but I’m more afraid of how my daughters will deal with me dying.

  198. Wow, Christy. Love your review … but a great-grandfather hung for murder? Never heard about that. Can’t wait to read the book!!

    • What an intriguing review. You have captured the essence of a beautiful written experience.
      Can’t wait to read the memoir about your great grandfather..

  199. I love your description of the why and how of your memoir writing. “I write what I know and let myself move into what I don’t,” I wrote about my father’s tragic accident–or had to–as a way to order the chaos in my brain. Trying to claim structure to an unfathomable event brought a semblance of control. It took me several months to get through the piece published in Hippocampus (2017). Since then, I’ve explored more threads in the tangled web of trauma, each leading me to the place I need to go next.

    • Evelyn- I just read your essay! What a beautiful tribute to you father and vivid description of fear! It’s so beautifully written! Thank you!

  200. So well written. Loved every word and analogy, every bit of description…even had to look up a few words with which I wasn’t familiar. You’re a teacher and entertainer! So sorry you have been going through this illness. What a talented woman – you must keep writing!

  201. I am trying to put my story into words. Sometimes it feels like an impossible task. How can I hope to accurately describe what I am feeling, what I am thinking? Writing has always been a difficult task for me, but it is something that I am passionate about.

    • Hi Lily! I appreciate your comment on this post, and I would love to connect with you. I have a free online writing group that offers community and support for writers. You can email me at kate@katemeadows.com if you’d like to connect. Thank you!

  202. Alison – I found this story by searching Facebook for an old acquaintance from school. I am so glad I found you, but so sorry to hear of this. We were not close in school , but I often think about how your life turned out when you moved from Blan schools. I’m glad you have found a way to tell others your story, especially the young vulnerable girls/women out there. My daughter is 20 and I feel I need to have her read this and have that conversation.

  203. Being a cradle Catholic and a participating Catholic today, I could relate to your essay in many ways, although I am a female. It sure was refreshing to hear something positive about a priest, and honesty instead of bashing of our faith. Catholics do deal with a lot of guilt, some is necessary and some can be paralyzing. I’m glad you were able to talk to both of your parents (remarkable!) and even a priest about such intimate feelings. I have two grandsons who are 13 and 14 years old at present. Your essay helps me to think about what feelings they may be going through and to be more available to calm their fears. Thank you so much for your amazing essay!

  204. I just read this story today because I subscribed to CNF’s Sunday Short Reads newsletter. As a fellow ME/CFS sufferer your story moved me deeply, Michelle! I’m lucky to be more functional at the moment, but I still relate to the feeling of being left behind. Especially the part where you compare your isolation to being deceased. It’s a really powerful analogy.

  205. This is so so fine, and very sad. I wish I were with you ALL to help in some way. Please tell Marget that I love her and remember well walking (on and on) that arroya behind her home. So much Love to all, and of course Richard and to that Land. Keep me posted. Maybe we can arrange a visit when she gets back this way. And any help I can offer. Please. You have my personal email: ksoniat@vt.edu 828.505.1925

  206. Megan, your questions to Linda elicit deep self inquiry that ultimately lead to catharsis and change. Linda underwent lasting transformation in the act of boldly examining and dismantling her family home, and its layers of heavy emotional import. Brava for your keen ability to crawl into the hidden corners of your subject’s inner world, where the secrets and revelations live, and bring them out into stunning light!

  207. The romantic image of the lonely writer is one I’ve cultivated for many years. I’m at a point now where I understand that writing (for me) can be a solitary activity as well as part of a community. Reading this was like the gentle but determined nudge I’m always trying to give myself about finding a writing group. Thank you, Laura.

  208. Sorry to hear your Dad passed…He was an amazing horseman. I have had horses in my life that changed me, made me a better person. I am more careful and mindful of how I view others and like horses I have learned to sense what or who I should avoid for self preservation. Every time I am with a horse- it is an opportunity to learn from them. Every time you touch a horse- you can either make it a negative or positive experience for both of you…never go to the barn mad or upset and take it out on your horse. Use that time to release that negativity and be in the moment- because you can’t get back that time.

  209. Yes that is a magnificent article! I am so pleased to see how you’ve devoted much of your life to bettering so many power disparities and social injustices. Only later in my own, considerably more modest career did I better appreciate the steep ethical foundations authored long ago by then influential development ethicists but now I sense are not especially embraced by today’s such younger professionals

  210. That rendition of a life that was not desirable, filled me with horror, and empathy. The horror for me, emanates from the reality that real life, unfortunately, sometimes, derives from this kind of abuse The criteria, and dialogue, was very vivid in its detail.

  211. Hi Katherine, just read this for the second time (after recommending it to Steve Z!), and it’s just as wonderful as the first time I read it a few months ago. I want to read more of your writing!

  212. This was a joy to read and quite enlightening. You brought a voice to a subject in need of one. Thanks for sharing!

  213. Thank you for sharing your insights. I am curious to know how you went about finding a writing coach.

  214. Your conceptual approach reminds me of author Andrea Barrett’s collection of short stories called “Ship Fever” published in 1996.
    I’d love to know if you are familiar with this compilation.

    Thank you for your marvelous story.

    • Thank you so much for reading it! I have not read Andrea Barrett’s work but will be sure to check it out.

  215. I love the imagery used in this piece, and the fragmentation you used — I’m a huge fan of fragmented narratives! Also, I really like the contrast between the Kudzu and peas, and the way you accept your heritage at the end, for better or worse. Truly beautiful.

  216. A beautifully rendered experience. I love this sentence: “Outside on the sidewalk, grave men touched their hats, children bowed, matrons shook hands — a dry and formal culture — but suddenly the air was rich with bells. I exhaled and almost skipped.” The parallels between the kitten and ballet dancer/narrator were mesmerizing.

  217. I love how real you were able to make the balance of wonder and worry feel to me as I was reading this beautiful “Foreign” story. And how your struggle is highlighted by the kittens failure.
    I also love your sentences such as “kindness slipped through their silent faces”, and “I wasn’t part of her struggle” that seem unexpectedly and almost painfully honest and reveal so much.
    A small unforgettable story that sinks deep.
    .

  218. “They are compasses, children. They are maps by which we find our way home.” — I so love this! Wonderful essay.

  219. Exceptional writing against a ghastly backdrop. Bravo! I am so sorry for your experience and loss, but so warmed by your incredible resilience!

  220. Leann, your words are so beautiful. I am so glad to know that your dreams of being a cowgirl and a writer have come to you. Thank you so much for your courage and beautiful gift of this essay.

  221. I held my breath the entire read. Beautifully written to haunt everyone who reads this. Thank you!

  222. As your piece strives for balance between the fantastic possibilities of space above and the deadly nuclear weapons below, what I appreciate most is that your eyes don’t glaze over. Instead you hitch a ride to the stars on Handel’s Messiah, look back, and restore your sixth-grade hopes with a fresh perspective.

  223. You made me cry – that’s not the first time. Rachel, your writing finds a way of revealing and making beautiful what is in my heart but I didn’t know how to say. And of showing angles and perspectives I hadn’t considered.
    thank you.

  224. Love the way at the end that there’s empathy but without letting go of the acknowledgment of the damage done. Such a delicate balance and beautifully written.

  225. A year ago my best friend died in hospice. It was sudden that stage four terminal cancer. You described the whole experience perfectly, the horrid, the deep numbing grief. Well done.

  226. The isolation and loneliness of this story has really stuck with me.
    The feeling of being surrounded by people, yet having no one to talk to
    The novelty of Sundays in those cultures where everything closes to facilitate time to spend with friends and family is less rosy for the outsiders that have not yet created either
    The despair of hoping and failing to make it through the night when there could be help with the new dawn
    The last line shows how things have changed with time.

    • Thanks Kat. Yes, those Sundays were weird. I didn’t realize at first and planned to buy stuff for a picnic on a Sunday. To my shock, NOTHING was open. I was in Germany a couple years ago visiting friends and it has changed. There were places at the train station to buy more things than when I lived there.

  227. You show so deftly how family secrets can affect generations and how freeing it can be to embrace them and bring them into the open. Loved this!

  228. You capture so well the anxiety of being a stranger who does not speak the language. I felt like I was right there with you. And the image of the kitten dying has stayed with me for days–powerful!

    • Thank you Kathy. I keep thinking of the many currently forced into new countries, new languages. I had a job and intended to go. But yes, the kitty broke my heart.

  229. I was so on edge about what was going to happen with the peephole guy at the end! Wonderfully done!

    • Thank you Kathy, for your comments on my story!

      Your story “Pulses” is so beautiful, poetic, and heartfelt. I admire the way you entwine family life with plant life.

      Your conceptual approach reminds me of author Andrea Barrett’s collection of short stories called “Ship Fever” published in 1996. I’d love to know if you are familiar with this of compilation stories. They are truly superb.

      Let me know if you have read them!

      I thank you for your marvelous story—and your comments on mine.

  230. I am so glad I found this story! Deb, you are a powerful writer, and every word awakens the senses, connecting us to the heartbreaking experiences of the narrator. Well done.

  231. Patty. Hi, its clare Elton. I so want for you to be happy AND healthy. I always thought you to be the kindest woman with a gentle spirit. I thank you for that. Please take care❤

  232. I couldn’t agree more, and I think you are being generous. It felt shallow to me, with too many details of the circumstances and too little insight. I came to the book expecting Owen’s to connect the dots about specific books and what they offered, but she does little more than list titles. So what? Also, it was just plain strange that there wasn’t a single mention of her husband the whole time she was raising kids, having more kids and then falling in love with Kyle. Are we to believe that little detail of her life wasn’t part of her dilemma? A very unsatisfying read.

  233. Such a sad and beautifully written piece, I could feel all of your pain. And then your bio, I wish you lots of courage.

  234. What a beautifully immersive piece, Terri! There are so many incredible sensory details that evoke a sense of disorientation and loneliness and also beauty. Thank you for sharing this.

  235. Oh this is powerful, and in between the punches of humor, there is very real pain. I disagree that “you got yourself into trouble.” You were living, adventuring, BEING and the times were dangerous for women because predation was very real then too, just differently cloaked, also so often using an alias.
    Your story to me, illuminates this need to look very carefully at our circumstances. Sometimes a peephole is very, very necessary. Right, Indira?

  236. As a person who had undergone a very serious bladder cancer surgery. I could not put this memoir down. I thoroughly recommend it to everyone undergoing recovery . Brahna’s resilience to overcome her tragedy will be a guide to all our healing. Definitely pass on to all your loved ones.

  237. What a touching and memorable story. I loved the descriptions of the light, a new culture, the language. And I was so sad for the little kitten and for you. I found it heartbreaking no one would help…Beautiful writing. Bravo.

    • Thank you, Ann. I think the fact that no one took the time to help encouraged me to learn the language. I suppose its a human thing: I don’t understand you so if I ignore you, you’ll go away…

    • Hey Roz, Thank you so much. I just commented on your blog post about a memoir in essays and will subscribe. Sorry, I got the email with your comment here AFTER I sent the email.

  238. Such tragic and beautiful poetry. So many vidid and memorable descriptions:
    “fell from my mouth like tangled wire.”
    “rain was erasing sidewalk hopscotch.”
    “asleep in a pile of leotards.”

    Your story perfectly captures your bravery, loneliness, compassion, and sensitivity.
    It is a quiet and moving marvel.

    —Lotus Mae

  239. So many beautiful descriptions. My favorite: Re tGerman words “fell from my mouth like tangled wire.”

    • Thanks, Jacalyn! And yes, German can leave you with a sore throat, but I love the language now. Its rules are so different…

  240. A wonderful story. So vividly observed. It felt like Germany in the, what, 70s? And the kitten. Of course you never forgot her. I also loved the way you described how words behaved in your mouth. Well done!

    • Thank you, Anne. Yes, late 70’s. Because I couldn’t talk, I spent a lot of time looking and writing. If you learned to speak German after you were out of school, you understand what I wrote about the language. Jetzt (now) – an early tongue tripper!

  241. Hilarious. And scary – the crazy situations we get into when we’re young. Everyone has them, well, every woman I’m guessing. Your descriptions were visceral. I also laughed at the type of man you wanted and was thrilled to know you’d found him. I mean, you’re married, right…

    • Hi Terri. Thanks for your comment! I’m glad you enjoyed my story. And yes—I am married to a man that pretty much fits my description to a tee. Only he’s better than I hoped for. Thanks so much again! —Lotus Mae

  242. What a powerful and utterly remarkable piece! It’s raw, honest, devastating … yet every word resonates with the love underlying this story. We, too, are brought into that room. We, too, watch quietly as this cherished woman struggles to stay – then struggles to leave. Being present at the passing of a loved one is a daunting privilege. Thank you so much for allowing us to share – through your unflinching testimony – this unforgettable narrative.

    Your writing is a gift. Describing such a profound loss is the toughest test there is.

  243. Hey Katharine! I can’t believe it took this long for me to read your lovely, heartfelt piece. You are an amazing author and I agree with all of the previous comments. So glad Bobbie got to see it too (Hi Bobbie!). You are an incredible creative – I love having your photography all over my house – makes me think of you often. Love you, miss you, hope to see you soon!!! Tessa

  244. A beautiful and touching elegy. My cat slept at my feet last night; I take it for granted but it’s a miracle to have these connections with our pets.

  245. The sadness and bravery, the confusion and discovery is truly the saga of a person trying to get their footing in a strange and unfamiliar country. Beautifully written, Terri Lewis.

    • Thank you Nancy. Sometimes I think about how much easier it was for me than for many who leave home now for awful reasons. I wanted to be there, had a job, and still it was hard…

  246. So much going on in this story. The pouring of the water, the struggles with language, the broken parts of a family. You covered entire lives with such feeling. And the ending? Exactly right. I was so glad for you.

  247. I love the clustering of images, how they are disparate but in the end coalesce. I’m thinking it may be the way the mind works in alzheimers – my MIL has it and I never know where we are when the conversation in her head emerges into speech. The image of the flashing fireflies was devastating. A moving piece.

    • Thank you Terri! I’m so sorry to hear about your mother-in-law and wish you peace and blessings in your journey with her.

  248. Kathy, Your language is so eloquently simple and stirs me in many ways. I can taste, smell, touch, and see the pictures you paint and relate so well to the people you allow us to meet. Thank you!

  249. Your writing is incredible, thank you for sharing your families journey. I know that your Mother is very proud of you! God Bless you Leanne.

    • Wow this story is just exactly how it sometimes works its sad that this is the way that we lose our loved ones its also not fair to lose them to soon they should get to enjoy there families just a little longer. I think you are a excellent writer Leanne Pierce you definitely write it down just how ir is sometimes its sad to lose our loved ones even so young it just isnt fair. I think if you wrote a small novel it would definitely catch people reading it and understanding that is how lofe os sometimes so cruel

  250. I have been at the bedside of dying loved ones many times. You have described it accurately. The dying room is like the departure gate to a place unknown. It helps that I believe it is a better place. I have never been there as you have though, as a person whose ticket has already been purchased. Your body might be failing but your mind, your ability to write and your generous spirit in sharing is so strong! The gorgeous photo is perfect because it shows you as the beautiful person that you are.

  251. This is the real reality of a parent dying. So well written, from the heart.
    We need to talk about the right to die and the inhumane treatment of the dying in this country.

    • I am saddened by the reality of the facts you have had to bare.
      Such a close family. Such profound sorrow in every word that has been pulled from the deepest reaches of your soul Leanne.
      God has been using this tragedy to light the path for others who follow.
      Your life will be a testimony to many, especially those who love you deepest, Dallas, Cassie, Monika, your dad…
      This is just our temporary home. It is not all there is.
      Having buried the ashes of my own daughter, I am reminded daily of her in numerous ways. Her heart-light still shines bright!
      Love those around you, and continue to share your spirit! Life is not measured in the length of our life we have lived here, it is measured in the quality of the time and the way we chose to spend it.
      Trust and love the Lord with all your heart. Keep short accounts. Be kind and generous.Teach others to rise above and go beyond. Leave this world a beautiful and better place than you found it.
      You are a child of the most high Lord!
      He loves you, and although we may face uncertainty, he is always with us.
      God bless you Leanne.

  252. Kerry, I want to thank you for giving me and inside look of what it feels like, before and after. As a father to a six years old who had the opportunity to go through SDR where you went when she was 3.5 years old, I always wonder how it feels like.
    She ita working hard and progressing so much.
    Like you, although her young age, she is determined to inspire others.
    You can see her on YouTube – Fun Wiz Zo.
    I copied your words to read it to her when she is ready to fully understand.
    I look at you and absorb tremendous inspiration.
    Thank you so much
    Elad

  253. Rachel Cann’s story All The Beautiful Young Men has been honored by a Pulitzer Prize proposal for 2023 by the English editor of Lit.202.

  254. This speaks to me on so many levels, levels that I didn’t even know that I had. In writing, you verbalize so much of how I felt just after the quarantine with pure vulnerability and candidness. Thank you!

  255. Thank you, Charlotte, for your inspiration that life after the death of a family member may not ‘go on’, but it does ‘move forward in time’. My son, Kevin, took his life on 7/1121…not a lucky day. I think I must have read most of the recommended grief memoirs out there trying desperately to begin some healing. . Astonishingly, you and another Mom (author of “I’ll Write Your Name on Every Beach) live in the same community as I! I loved your presentation with Tim at All Saints recently. A strange but much appreciated serendipity! I hope there might be a “Paris” in my future too. Thank you for sharing the deepest part of yourself.

  256. I love to play with numbers, also. All four of my grandparents (all of whom I knew) were born in the 1890’s. They all lived past 70. Good stock! My parents were born in 1921 and they both lived to 96 — dying on the same day. Three of my younger siblings have died. Three of my older cousins have died. At 75, I am the oldest living member of my family. I started writing about my life after a life-threatening illness in 2019. I have much to share. Thank you for your sharing. I shared it with a friend who “lost” her husband to cancer in November 2021. Her writings are marvelous to read.

    • Oh my gosh, Leslie ~ I’m so glad you’re writing. It sounds like you’ve got a rich family life from which to share. Looking forward to reading more!

  257. This story moved me in how well it detailed the internal and external realities of the experience. I felt so physically similar when I was a new mom and this story showed me that those physical responses can occur without having given birth. Thanks for sharing this story of love, hope, and the desire for justice.

  258. Love the intertwining of universal human experience and different subcultures. Very well done!

  259. I love the amazingly funny truth! I can honestly resonate with that last phrase (cause I have TRIED AND IM TIRED!).

  260. I received a handwritten essay from my incarcerated son on Saturday, May 28. I submitted his essay Sunday, May 29, 2022. I had difficulty using Submittable. After contacting them and not receiving a reply until late afternoon on May 31, I was delayed in finally submitting an essay for my son until 6:15 pm May 31. I hope we met the deadline!

  261. Thanks for sharing that heartbreaking journey so raw and well written
    I often think of you all.. love Tini

  262. This made me think about what it must have been like for my mom going through the exact same thing with my dad in 1970. Heartbreaking and so beautifully written. Thank you for giving words to this hellish experience.

  263. I loved your story.. Self deprecation tells me the couch and shag carpet is good for you. You see yourself in all it’s, how did you put it, “chunky” glory. Thanks for the chuckles, laughs and reminding us that a critique of one’s self can be therapeutic.

  264. Such a visceral memory. If only we all knew what that last time would be like — if we could forecast, script, rehearse, what would it look like? This captures the moment and the lingering regret and pain.

  265. What a horrible, lovely, strange, sad, and powerful story. Thank you for sharing. Michael was a great man. And he was clearly lucky to have you. And you him. For whatever time allowed.

  266. I wept . So beautifully written. I too wanted to hold my son forever and tell him how much he was loved, still do. Cancer ripped him away from our family.

  267. Thank you so much for this. I’m so tired of apologizing to myself for my stomach or my rolls. And while I thought this was going to be a story about what happens after the loss of a pregnancy, I am happy that it was none of that but so much more.

  268. I’m so very proud of you my beautiful Goddaughter. Keep up the great work. Love you much !!!

  269. I loved the entire piece. Your discussion of both self awareness and self love is vital, especially in a society that puts so much emphasis on a woman’s body. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world.

  270. Keep Up the Awesome Writing.
    So, l really do not have much to inquire about NOW because WE
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    ENJOY, B SAFE. Hope ALL turns out POSITIVELY w UR Health…n JESUS NAME. AMEN

  271. Adina thanks for this wonderful writing! You have infused this essay with introspection, humor and an emotional power that challenges narrow patriarchy and cultural conditioning. This is Not Baby Weight speaks to many audiences because of your skills as a writer and thinker. I’ve read this several times today and once read it aloud for a colleague who kept saying “that part” as I read. I want to be a writer like you when I grow up. Will definitely be sharing.

  272. I enjoyed your narrative of us “Ferguson” women😱! Great work…a chuckle here and there…but mainly reflections! Thank you for sharing! ❤️🥰❤️

    • I loved this piece. It spoke to me and my body. Thank you for this. Also, love the rhythm of your writing.

  273. I so relate to this. I have been so ambivalent ( and also inert) these past several years. Thank you!

  274. I really did like this Connie..and scarily enough? I find myself there..covid kills more than the body, it kills the soul.

  275. Most of this is bullshit. Your grandma paid for your flying lessons. If your dad took you to a bar when you were growing up you were to young to be shouting pool and learning anything. You got blaming your problems on others from your moms side of the family. Nice piece of fiction though.

  276. What a dose of reality. I think I have been in a classroom with some of those boys, or their brothers. I want to know what happened next.

  277. Great story. I grew up in Northern Idaho and the houses of ill repute of Wallace were known and discussed frequently at my high school. Some of my friends made the occasional “field trip” to Wallace to avail themselves of the services available there without one life ever being ruined. All were disgusted when the politicians finally put an end to things.
    On a side note, Sam Day once interviewed me for a story in the Intermountain Observor.

  278. Three of my friends lost parents to suicide. I’ve heard about their lasting pain, even though two of them are all married with children. This was poignant without being sentimental, a tough line to toe. Thank you for sharing.

  279. Hi Melanie…

    Serendipity led me to discover you just now.

    So enjoyed your piece on “turning 50”

    Smiled all the way through till the end.

    Was further touched by your acknowledgment of “Always Canadian”

    Like you, I reside in the USA, and like you, my mantra too is “Always Canadian” eh !

    So looking forward to reading all your
    books ☺️

    Excitedly,

    E. Moren 🍁

  280. This beautiful piece will stay with me. The dad/husband of a family I love died by suicide a year ago Saturday. I see his wife and children (ages 14 and 16) continue to struggle as they navigate his loss. Another dear friend is one year “No Evidence of Disease (NED)” following a Stage III colorectal cancer diagnosis at the beginning of Covid. Life is tenuous, tender. Thank you for the reminder, and the hope.

  281. So many times, I stopped to re-read a paragraph because it demanded I do so. Beautifully written… can’t wait to read the entire memoir. Oh… and those recipes. What a genius, creative way to include them. WOW.

  282. I love this story, Chris. I teach a creative nonfiction class that requires students to read and share contemporary essays. I hope it means something that several different students have recommended this one.

  283. I am trying to book a flight back to Seattle. What sessions are happening on Sunday, August 14? Is it a full day?

  284. Thanks, Karen. I’d counter Rifka’s comment with the observation that you seem to be doing thoughtful work embracing your heritage in this new context. You describe walking on a tightrope, and, impressively, you keep from falling to either side.

  285. Wow, what a story and what incredible writing Charlotte!! I was with you with the ups and the downs, and the ups again. I genuinely LOL’d (in disbelief) when your first father said, “We’ve got quite a drive back to Princeton.” ….and then the twist at the end! Really engaging writing, and really well done.

    • Jeff, thank you so very much for leaving such encouraging words!! It took me a few years to find the laughter…but I don’t know how I would have survived otherwise.

  286. This was a brilliant story and I thoroughly enjoyed reading through it. I could feel the anxiety and the tension and the hurt and anger of wanting to know and be loved by the ‘wrong father’ and feeling so rejected and hurt by it, but then having an unexpected and happy twist in the end when you find the ‘right father’, one who is there for you through and through. I, too, am curious to hear about the ‘right father’ and the bond that grew between the two of you.

    • Patience, thank you so much for reading my story – the bond is growing, but real life is complicated, as I’m sure you know! It’s not easy to establish a father-daughter bond at our stages in life…but we’re finding our way!

  287. What a great story (and loved the opening story re the pyramid scheme cowboys!)! I was hooked on every sentence, love your writing style! Also the hidden (or not so hidden?) messages about the hypocrisy of the community at the time.

  288. Great story, Charlotte. Very funny and very sad, all rolled into one piece. What a turn at the end. I was so glad Dennis Lane was not your father. Indeed, he was quite a disappointment. Glad you found your real dad. Pat

  289. Sharp, poignant, engaging piece! The details are crisp and the pacing kept me glued to every word. Excellent piece, Charlotte! I admire how you were able to tell a long, complicated story in a short space, leaving the reader wanting more, yet creating a complete, satisfying story in itself.

  290. I love this Charlotte! You have such a good sense of humor that you tie together with these visceral feelings. It’s truly a complete work of art.

  291. I cannot wait to read the memoir. Great tension created in many levels. And the ending could only happen in a true story!!!

  292. Absolutely loved your essay Charlotte. Connecting all those numbers and ending with what counts is so moving.

  293. Wow this packed a punch, Nice writing, Amazing story, I want to know about the new father as well. Maybe a second piece somewhere? I’m so glad he’s part of your life.

  294. Charlotte, the turn at the end! Completely unexpected (as the discovery must have been for you). So much I love about this piece—the tensions that swirl around all the men in it, the hint early on (you “convinced yourself”) that something will be amiss, your italicized thoughts, the tepid tea that represents the accumulations that make you want to cry. I’m glad this found its way into print.

  295. Brian – Thank you for your valuable reminder that our work deserves detailed attention to the small things that could detract from its impact. I’m often tempted to rush through, to yield to the excitement of finishing. Your words will remind me to conquer my impatience.

  296. What a fantastic story! Charlotte totally pulls you in as she bravely confronts “the wrong father”. And what a wonderful and unexpected twist at the end. Now I want to hear about “the right father.” I am curious about what her mother has to say about all this. Fantastic piece.

  297. Powerfully real and tangible emotions expressed and surface in this piece; Losing Weight. Reminds me a lot of a course we were required to take while working with very young kids from traumatized backgrounds. Guiding each of those kiddos to finding a balance between the reality of their loss/experience and some positive memory in their brief past was a key discovery for both myself and the kids I was working with. This is meaningful writing on so many levels.

  298. Debra, I love your solo retreat story. I can so imagine myself in your shoes–or rather sandals. You are making progress. Those conversations with strangers who are genuinely interested in your memoir matter. They fuel us through dry spells. Good luck with your book. You’re getting there! — Beth Ann Mathews elizabethannmathews.com

  299. When an editor doesn’t know what a comma splice is, that’s a problem. You’ll never find a comma splice in a magazine like The New Yorker or The Atlantic, and the omission of commas after years and city names is now the norm in too much writing. The story a writer tells is the most important, but the writer can follow some basic rules about comma usage. As for students, it’s to be expected that they make mistakes. They’re students. But comma mistakes are unacceptable most of the time. There are no comma splices in The Dubliners. Joyce knew the rules. Then he wrote Ulysses.

  300. Small world! I was a PCV in Nepal 18 (education,1968-70). I was the first posted to Mukti High School in Pyuthan Ratamata,

    You must have been hiking the route in from Dang (Ghorahi) that climbed up to the Mahabharat Range with expansive views of the Dhaulagiri and Annapurna Himalaya, then following the crest eastward for some hours before descending from Tiram village to the Mardi Khola. That was the dry season route that began with a flight into Dang Tulsipur.

    During the rainy season when the flights were suspended, the route from Kathmandu to Pyuthan involved taking a bus down to Birganj, then Indian Railway connections via Muzaffarpur, Gorakhpur, on to Tulsipur Uttar Pradesh. From there, a bus up to Koilabas just across the border. Then hiking over the first range of Siwalik Hills into to Deukhuri Valley, and roughly following the Rapti River/Mardi Khola up into Pyuthan. Today there apparently are bus connections over all-weather roads!

    The connection between Dang Tulsipur and its namesake in U.P. was noteworthy. Tulsipur State was one of the original Baisi Rajya (22 petty kingdoms) of western Nepal. It consisted of Dang-Deukhuri Inner Terai and adjacent part of present-day U.P. During the Sepoy Rebellion of 1857-8, the Rani sided with the rebels against the British. When they lost, she went into exile across the border and the British annexed territory right up to the base of the outermost Siwaliks, so there is still no outer Terai belonging to Nepal along this section, and there are the two Tulsipurs commemorating the erstwhile rulers.

    • thank you for this wonderful history of the travel to Pyuthan. You have identified EXACTLY where I was hiking. Someone who knows the area now told me that it is now about three hours by bus from Ghorahi to Bhingri. What a transformation! Time and space compressed.

      • The old walking route from Ghorahi to Pyuthan went through Tiram rather than Bhingri. Bhingri probably wasn’t a destination until the road was re-routed further north around the headwaters of Arun Khola and upgraded to motorable condition. Nevertheless, the late Albert Clark and I must have gone through Bhingri during our cross-country trek from Pyuthan, to Dhorpatan during the Dasain holidays, 1969; without it registering in my memory or the photos I took.

  301. Ali, this is so moving. And courageous. I have been trying to tell a similar story for years and you’ve given me a little more power to do so. I hope you got some healing from this as well.
    Thank you.

    • I hope that your story finds its way out! More than the writing, hearing from other women has been an unexpected and beautiful salve!

  302. Thanks so much for this, Laura! Writing groups are a powerful thing — IF they are the right fit. You pointed that out, and I appreciate the mention of the groups you’ve joined, because a couple of them are new to me. As the former leader of a writing group in Kansas City, I developed a survey for writers who are looking for a writers group. It focuses on those very details you mention – what is your main goal in joining a group, how much time do you want to commit, etc. The survey is at https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/wgnmeetup. Many thanks for this nurturing piece!

  303. I like how you have interlaced the voice of your father with your own feelings and responses and how you relate to your son. Well done with the back and forth. I can hear and feel your father.

    • Thank you for reading. And ugh, I carried so much shame for so many years about my response — I’d always assumed I’d react different. It seemed so out of character. May we change the narrative for those who come after us!

  304. This is such an evocative picture of little girls and their friendships. While I was reading, images of my older sister and my best friend appeared.

  305. Thank you for your bravery and vulnerability. It is so hard to be honest in writing, but that is what humans want and need.

    • I appreciate you reading! I try to ask myself, Is this actually the most true thing I can say about XXX? And if it’s not, I try to ask why. It is SO hard, but knowing it helps other women feel understood is worth it!

  306. Katharine, this is beautifully written and so honest. As a woman who surrendered to silicone at eighteen, your question “Will i feel it when its touched” is one i have rarely heard of a woman prioritizing, you know, her own sensations as much as the look. His honest recommendation for fat transfer was a quick peek into the world of implant complications. Congrats on choosing you.

  307. The world needs more women like you to share their voices and experiences! Thank you for writing this enlightening piece ✨🌟💖🙏

  308. Hello Katharine Emlen, what a moving piece. I’m a young adult college student who struggles a lot with reading and I don’t think I’ve read anything so easily. You words came easily to me and I never had to double back and reread something a few times to understand. I also especially admire how you talk about your worth and body going through changes with kindness towards yourself. I think any young woman reading this who fears of breast cancer or has it, this could really shine a light on their situation. Just wanted to share that with you! Beautiful writing!

  309. Love LOVE your style of writing… it’s not just letters forming words to be read on a page, you’re a skilled wordsmith who painted such a wonderful story that I feel that I not only know you, I lived the experience through you. I was transported into your world and I felt what you felt and I found myself smiling even as tears rolled down my cheeks. Thank you. Don’t stop writing! I can’t wait to read what you write next!

  310. This piece . . . ah, it’s got everything. It’s poignant and ferociously honest and laugh-out-loud funny and wise. Thank you for sharing this story; I’m giving it to everyone I know. That last line . . . powerful stuff, Katharine.

  311. Beautifully written, Farha. Especially the situation you are describing about a child and a mother’s interaction.

  312. What a beautifully written piece. I can’t wait to read your book! You are perfectly imperfect, as we all are. I am proud to call you my friend! 💜

  313. Oh, Katharine …. what a lovely, loving piece of writing. You really nailed it – one single breasted woman to another. Keep writing! Keep being wonky and wearing two different socks. Kudos to you.

  314. Thank you Veena for sharing your experience.
    Beautifully written! Having to navigate all those nuanced and not so nuanced social layers takes guts and insight.

    • Maravillosamente bien escrito, con la suficiente cercanía para, conmover, y la justa objetividad e inteligencia para reflexionar y cuestionarse la situación. ¡Muchas gracias Veena!

  315. Thank you Veena for sharing this amazing and insightful piece of excellent writing. I was gripped from the beginning and learnt so much. You are an outstanding and talented writer with much wisdom.

  316. A fascinating article with astute observations–possible only by living in a culture different from ones own. This author’s same sensitivity has been achieved by many Peace Corps volunteers, including me. I even married a native of my assigned country (Peru). Such experiences have changed many lives.

  317. Hello Veena! Loved loved the article!!! Send me an email. I want to introduce you to our amazing friends (and colleague) who just moved to Costa Rica!

  318. What a wise and important article you have written, dear Veena! I will recommend it to all to explain the invisible structural impediments to equality and access to rights.

  319. “Sometimes to survive we have to bury our stories deep in the earth, without a single stone to mark the spot.” THIS! And now you’ve marked the spot and women weep and honor your bravery as they recall their own stories. Blessings.

  320. Dear Friend, thanks for your vulnerability in sharing. The body keeps the score, and this amazingly written piece is a step in healing. Honored to bear witness to it.

    • That was a huge burden you were carrying. I hope it’s a bit lighter now. Thanks for being brave enough to share it. That kind of strength is inspiring.

  321. Thank you for your reflections on your PCV life in Nepal. Each volunteer has such different experiences yet I could relate to everything in your story in a very personal way – even though I served in Nepal from 1964-66. I’ve returned to Nepal 5 times since the 60s and admire how Nepalis have retained their smiles and friendliness to others. Thanks for your article and service. RR

  322. You are so brave. These words hit home for so many!!!
    Your writing authentically captures the feelings that are so hard to say out loud. Thank you for sharing them! 💜

  323. Beautifully written remeberance of time in Nepal. I was a Peace Corps volunteer in Lamjung, Nepal from 2017-2019. Ours was a very different experience with cell phones to connect with staff and colleagues, and buses the took us to Kathmandu and back close to our homes. I lived in Brahmin house but worked for the most part in a Dalit village. That created some tension at home but being white and old insulated me from negative comments or perhaps my limited Nepali kept me ignorant. Where I lived overseas work is now commonly in the Middle east and, in general, money sent home to my to Dalit community meant that while there were social caste differences there was broad economic parity betweem communities,

    • thank you for these reflections Richard. In the 80s I never heard of workers going to the Middle East – mainly India and for the upper echelon, Hong Kong. How interesting that the remittances made everyone at a similar economic level

  324. Kris, this is fabulous – and so quintessentially YOU!!! Funny…deep…. food/love/travel….woven into culinary/life wisdom…all with your unique and perfectly aimed humor! Brava!

  325. Lauren, this is masterful, wrenching, and so so lovely. I didn’t know anything about NSSI before I read this, but your piece connects at such a gut, personal level. And I’m so grateful for the illumination.

  326. Thank you for this. I recently adopted a shelter dog and he has come with challenges — growling and barking at family members (we are working on it with a behavior specialist). It is not always a simple, sweet story of “saving a dog who also saves you.” Sometimes, these unwanted animals need extra help. Zeus is lucky to have you.

  327. Your writing style draws me in. Telling, reflecting, reaching forward, then back to the present. And I have seen the reality of you and your brother’s relationship in my own grandsons. I feel privileged tohave read “Teeth.” Thank you for sharing.

  328. Great advice – this one really resonates and is super practical, thanks

    8. Note where you are in the writing process. You can help to protect yourself by telling your reader what kind of feedback would be most useful. In a raw first draft, a writer usually needs encouragement and some gentle questions to open up the story, and feedback such as line edits can be disheartening. When a writer starts to play with bigger aspects like structure and organization, further developing character and voice, this is a great time to receive feedback on how these are working. Once a piece is fairly polished, however, structural feedback may be discouraging. If your piece is a first draft and you simply want gentle feedback about what’s working and what could be improved, say that. If you’re happy with the structure of the piece and mainly want line edits, let them know that too.

  329. I’m interested and glad to read how other mother’s who have children with disabilities are able to manage with the help of writing their stories. Thanks, Jaclyn!

    • Jen Yo
      Hi, I have written a book – Dawn, The Doorway – Ascend through naturally distinctive children (Children born with congenital anomalies)
      It is under process of publishing through Archway Publishing (From Simon & Schuster) I would like to send some more details and get your endorsement. It is based on practicing compaassion….. Grandpa of Dawn

  330. Michelle, just, WOW. I won’t forget this story. I am so sorry you’re have had to endure this, and so grateful to you for writing about your experience so beautifully.

  331. “If prayer is nothing more than a sequence of words, then maybe theology is nothing more serious than grammar.”

    What a lovely line. Having grown up devoutly Evangelical, I can relate to a lot in this piece, inlcuding playing hide and seek in our church building. Except we called it “Sardines” as one person would hide and everybody had to find that person and hide with them. I also grew up in Oregon and we went camping at Cove Palisades, where I loved finding my own, often dangerously precarious, nooks in the rock face of the high desert. I suppose finding our nooks of faith can be at least as precarious.

    Thanks for a lush and thoughtful read.

  332. I love this, pure and simple. You guys are lucky to have each other
    to navigate a world that can be so harsh. So glad you didn’t give up on him.

  333. I love your work. It touches me. I read “Gulf Coast 1977” some years ago and have had it on my Frig since then. Thank you.

  334. Beautiful told story Chanta about unimaginable loss. We all have a language of love and yours is food, which brings you back to your early childhood and a time of happiness and innocence, your parents but especially your mother. You are a truly caring giving and loving person. Viktor Frankl came to mind as I read your story.

  335. I feel honored to have read the book in its entirety. In it, many images are almost too painful to remember but too important to forget.

  336. This is a(nother) wonderful story of Cambodian survival and resilience. I was there during the war (as a journalist) and amidst everything fell in love with the country’s silk weavings, which are available at https://mekongblue.ecwid.com/ – gorgeous work and most reasonable prices.

  337. I am deeply impressed by the illuminating story and the author’s command of the language. They made me think of Kurt Vonnegut’s best.

  338. Very interesting. To this day I have had several names. Each name is attached to particular part or phase of my life. Curiously, the name I love the most is the one my mother and father used before their deaths, “Nelvin,” and was used throughout my high school days – but not since.
    For my career, family, and Writing I have mostly been “Melvin” or “Mel,” which has been ambivalent most of the time.
    Now I go by the name “Django” which I chose when I became a deep musician, and which I handed down to my son.

    So today, when one asks what is “Mi Llamo?” I often think to myself, “Which Me do you want to know?”
    Thanks

  339. Hello Michelle – I just spent some time looking at your website and I am so excited to talk to you! I sent an email last week but have not heard back yet. You were recommended to me by Marcia Maier as a prospective copy editor for the unusual parenting book I am working on. I hope you will reach out soon. Thank you!

  340. Excellent story. There is so much more than what the title protrays in this piece. It certainly paints a picture of two brothers and their relationship together. Loved it.

  341. So touching! Chantha, I can’t wait to read the entire book. I feel so honored to have met and gotten to know you.
    ❤️
    Gayle Jordan

  342. This is beautiful, Nita. I’ll think of it whenever I need to remember the hard truths of aging and steel myself for the repetitions and rages.

  343. Hi Kandi, this is Dan McManus. You bought my Jayco trailer. I lost your number, but wanted to let you know I received a re alll notice for the propane regulator. Email or give me a call and I will get you the notice.

  344. Suzanne – I’ve written “stuff” for years (research papers, articles for clubs, a blog for over a decade now) but I’ve never written a book. Now I’m thinking about it. So I took a moment to search online for some guidance and stumbled upon your post here.

    Just wanted to say your keen observations and your turn of phrases are beautiful and so inspiring to a 61 year old novice! Thank you for sharing your beautiful writing with me and giving one more lens to use in exploring my writing!

    By the way, I attempted to include my URL as requested below – but kept getting an error message to “enter URL.” You might want to have your web guru check that out for you!

  345. Intriguing short story. I read through it twice for all the details to sink in and come together.

    “What will I be doing someday when I receive my fate? What will be left unfinished?” – Those two sentences really leave you thinking….

  346. Very descriptive I felt like I was in the corner an unseen observer. My grandmother also had a kerosene heater as described in this vignette taking me back to the memories I have of that time with her.

  347. I’ve read this twice now. I don’t do that often, but this story really puts you in a thoughtful mood. It’s worth a read.

  348. I loved this. The description is perfect- I could smell the kerosene, feel the heat of the room and sense the despair this young man had for being in a position where his soul will forever be darkened, no matter what decision he made.

    I’m very impressed and hope to read more from this author.

  349. Emotional read, you can really feel the relationship and tension between all the characters. Love the visual descriptions.

  350. Kandi, it’s Clint. It seems I’ve lost your contact info but found you here. I’m leaving LA in a few days heading north. I’ll be stopping to see whomever of my old friends I can find. Greg has just moved back into his property in Paradise and the house is going up. I’m intending to stop in. He doesn’t seem well at all. Please send your contact info and maybe we can meet.

  351. Hello Marie ! Haven’t been to the Christmas Store lately, but just this morning, finished reading the intro to ‘Archetypal Figures in Hemingway’s, “Snows of Kilemamjaro”‘ by David Anderson. Clearly a synchronicity : )

  352. What a gorgeous piece! The language grabbed me right away and didn’t let go. I was in that gym with the narrator and the boys. Holding my breath to see what would happen. Caring about the characters. Pulled into their world. Wanting them to make it. And that ending….wow. Brava!

  353. This seems very real, heartfelt and well-written! I hope Morgan’s MFA is going well, and that we will get to hear much more from her! I hope sincerely that she will get to be seen!

  354. Brilliant hard hitting sparing no emotion of what once was joy but has turned to sorrow

    Want to read more of your compelling depiction

    What a gift you have.

  355. Congratulations to Allison, so well-deserved, this recognition! Little did I know that participating in her master class and roundtable critique via SCBWI -WWA last June would lead to membership of an amazingly supportive community. A world of possibilities has opened up. From daily co-work sessions to finding out about publishing platforms such as Brevity and Hippocampus Magazine, Insta Pods, not to mention the writing spurt I experience daily.

  356. Beautiful. My mom’s 90 and regularly repeats questions and repeats stories. She’s not diagnosed with dementia and I don’t think she has it. But it’s my impatient replies to her that I recall with guilt. I get so focused on my own life and time constraints. I forget to see her actions as her own and see them as intrusions on my time and sanity. Thank you for opening my eyes to a picture of my mom and sometimes in the picture my dad, passed at 92 yo in 2010, sitting next to her. She’s just anxious and I don’t go see her enough. Thank you

  357. I think it’s coming for my mom, too. But I don’t know how to explain it. Thank you for putting words to this.

  358. Interesting article, but it is a shame that you have thrown away your ethical & rich heritage. If you never learned much about Judaism, you owe it to yourself & your children to learn about it before you discard it. Being a self-respecting, knowledgeable Jew is a positive, not a negative. I lived once in a small town where they were very few Jews, and my contribution while I was there was to seize the opportunity to answer their questions & explain to many non-Jews something about my heritage. Most of them had never met a Jew before so I was very conscious of the fact that it was important for me to present a positive image and the true facts.

  359. Hi Karen,

    Thank you for your interesting article on the subject of Lev Tahoe. I am just “down the road” from you in Windsor Ontario. This was also the talk of our community and featured what felt like daily in our newspaper. At the time Chatham-kent was an area I covered for work.
    I had several meetings at your Superstore meeting room, where I was asked what I thought about them. I was the only Jew many of my committee members had ever met. It was an interesting time!

  360. Thank you, Holly Hagman for this insightful & smart write-up of my breakout session on constrained writing at HippoCamp last month. This is a wonderful and illuminating take on a subject I love, and it’s refreshing to visit my beloved stomping grounds and see it all through someone else’s fresh perspective!

  361. wonderful interviewer, wonderful interviewee, wonderful interview. gonna buy me the book.Thanks for this, Morgan.

  362. Suzanne, you never fail to amaze me. You speak of shape . As I read your piece I could see the words coming off the paper backed up by the same words becoming a shadow pile of print.
    I don’t know how clear I am but I love reading what you write.

  363. S – thank you for giving precise/explicit, fiercely moving, entirely recognizable voice to the lived experience of so many of us. Brava! Including your essay in my list of all-time-favorites.

  364. Really fine piece, very evocative with just the right amount of grit, and clearly every word describing that time and place was earned through living it.

  365. What a lovely piece, Jennifer. I’m so sorry for the loss of your dear friend. By writing you are still connected to Monica just as writing connects each of us to the world. Your piece made me think of the poem by Alden Nowlan, “An Exchange of Gifts”. Writing is, indeed, such a gift. Thanks for sharing yours with us.

  366. What a wonderful piece. Like Judith (below) I read this following a link on Marion Roach Smith’s blog. I was with you all the way, feeling your panic at the prospect of having to go home. (Yes, falling over would top the list.) Isn’t it strange how in times of strife and struggle we come to see the full generosity of others.

  367. What a poetic writing, Linda. I feel like I am flowing with your music and your feelings. What a great gift you have given yourself, following your dreams and playing the chords in your life.

  368. What a lovely story. I’m writing a book about loss so I was particularly attuned to the story and could feel the vibrations. You affirmed yourself, comforted yourself and now shared it all with others. What a gift!

  369. I really loved reading this- So touching in so many ways. Without saying it, you show how you are supported and surrounded by loving people, your friends, your husband. I like how subtly you have fit these in between the words, just as music also does.

  370. Jennifer, I enjoyed that little piece. I expected it to be about handling the successive rejections of being a writer rather than about rejection for a dream job. In the end, it was really about something else entirely: realizing why you write. Your old couple reminded me of a scene when I was 25 sitting at Hot Shoppes, reading a letter from a woman friend who was hitching her way through Africa. As I read her letter intently, an old woman walked over to the table and said, “I know things aren’t going to well back at home and there’s nothing I can do to help, but maybe this ten dollars will be of some use to you. You have to take it. I have to do this every so often.” And I did. I actually needed that money. At the time, I aspired to write, and did, but never thought of publishing. I didn’t even know one could publish the sort of thing I wrote. I sealed everything I wrote during a five year period in a box when I took a “real job” ( meaning, instead of substitute teaching), married, and began raising a family. I still wrote and shared things with friends, but nearly all of that vanished. I began again and then said it’s time to retire and pick up where I left off some 35 years ago. Now, I’m a novice, and have to adjust to a rejection rate that far exceeds anything I ever experienced when I wrote proposals to get funding for projects. Compared to submitting to lit journals, that was a near sure thing. Anyway, I liked your piece a lot. A long time ago, I worked with Betty Hubbard at Central Arkansas. I think she’s still working. If you ever cross paths with her, you’ll be glad you did. Thank you.

  371. Another great tip on craft, Nicole. Especially reminding us that beyond “show, don’t tell” lies the need for intentional and delicate balancing of show AND tell.

  372. As a person thinks, so he/she IS. To be in war is to be conditoned to violence, unless one can learn to identify with the soul and the God Within each of us. God is Love, God is Good and it is mankind who creates evil in our world, by way of one’s thougths.

  373. The Broder story is touching and brings one to things internal and perhaps eternal. All is energy and all energy vibrates. Cetain vibrations resonate to the soul and bring joy to the heart. Such is her story. Blessings to her. Don Crawford

  374. So terribly wonderful! You are truly skillful at your craft. I love to read your stories and truth is always so powerful.

  375. Remarkable writing from a gifted author. When I first read the title of Sara’s essay, I thought it would be about a woman caring for her aging husband. How interesting to me still to read portions of it from that perspective. My beloved will be 81 soon and doesn’t need care like an infant. Quite the contrary. He still runs, lifts weights, walks the woods with me. But constancy and my nearness, now more than ever. A gift, really, but I sense the shadow.

  376. Reminds me of when I had to leave Israel and return to Australia – albeit unwillingly. Left my boyfriend behind, my friends on the kibbutz and the memories of my time alone, free to be me without criticism.

  377. Nicole–I stumbled upon your story just the other day. Captured by your words, I have read it three times and each time I’ve been taken back to an effervescent young girl in catcher’s gear. I think of you and your parents often first with a smile and then with a shake of my head. Wishing you well.

  378. Love the story. It took me back to another time, but I could still smell the soft sweet smell of my grandmas perfume lingering in a scarf. I couldn’t put it down, it came home with me also.

  379. This is a great post. Your honesty is so refreshing! As someone on the periphary of the adventure community I am always asking myself this question (“Why do we do it?”), and now as a mom I am continually asking myself the question “What do I want my children to value about the outdoors?” I lost part of my leg in a climbing fall, and since, have come to know many folks in the climbing world who have also suffered accidents. There seems to be an obsessive nature to many folks, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing….if it includes hanging with a community you love. Still, danger, potential injury, life-changing circumstances are always there. It is helpful hearing from the folks left behind as it helps put things in perspective.

    I am so sorry to hear about your brother. He did sound like an amazing guy. It also seems he was well loved. Thank you for sharing his story and your experience.

  380. I had my first and last full body massage almost ten years ago. I went with my wife and we were escorted to separate rooms. I had no idea what to expect. The massage therapist was much older than I. I was in my mid twenties and she was in her late 60s. I was not attracted to her in any way. However, to my surprise during the massage I had an intense erection. I was utterly embarrassed. She did not say anything about it. I was terrified and had trouble relaxing. To this day I have not returned for fear of it happening again. I am researching the topic to muster the courage to try again.

  381. I love this, Sandra. All the sensory detail.

    And to the laundromat woman, I say, well bless your heart, darlin’.

  382. Your father was a guiding light in my life. He made me believe in myself and gave me the push I needed to go to college. He made me see things in a new way. He took some of us seniors of the Breckenridge Class of 1985 to Washington DC. It was a new and exciting world but he made us look at the darker side, the homeless people on the streets. It was a look at a very different world than the one we were living in. I grieve for you and your brother still today and always will. I am so happy that you have found your way in life.

    • I have a couple of very old, very faded photos of that trip if you would like them. Just let me know and I will email them to you

      • Sue,
        Thank you for sharing this! I think about stories from that D.C. trip regularly. My brother (age 9) went with you all and I stayed home. You guys told my brother you’d give him a penny for every truck he counted on the road between Breckenridge, MI and Washington D.C. Luckily, he didn’t collect. 🙂
        I’d love to have any picture you are willing to share.
        Best,
        Nicole

  383. This is beautifully written. I love the different perspectives and ending with such haunting questions makes the reader stop and pause. Congratulations!

  384. I’d say that you’re still there. Your DNA lurks in the soil from the light switches, rope swing, and water dribbling down your chin. The farmer may have bought the land, but you still own what stood on it. He can’t buy memories and the influence in your life from living on that piece of home.

  385. Wow! These are so good. I thoroughly enjoyed reading these SSs (short stories) – and crying. So beautifully written from the heart. Thank you.

  386. I remember so well the day this happened. I lived in Chelsea and my kids went to high school with Nicole.
    Horrible incident. Mr. and Mrs. Leith were 2 of my kids favorite teachers. I’ll never forget it.

  387. After immersing myself in much of this journal’s intense writing that exquisitely portrays the of pain, loss, and grief of life (including my own), this delightful piece made me laugh aloud and cheer for the author. Sometimes we just take ourselves and our bodies (whatever size) too seriously. What a fun story!

  388. The wolf encounter is exciting–the descriptions make me feel as if I were there.
    Found out about this article from the Yellowstone National Park Employees site on Facebook.

  389. Love this raw, personal and poignant short. Thank you Audrey Jennifer Smith for sharing your Tough Titties!

  390. This artfully crafted essay exposes the raw and honest experience of living with personal trauma. As the story draws the reader through to its profound end, one is left to wonder how the universe really works. Irony. Indeed.

  391. This piece is ALIVE. There is not a wasted a word and every description bristles. I mourned the cat (I lost a kitty to a garage door, too) and hated the VW right along with her.

  392. I suffer from PTSD after an accident. I have many fears. Your essay gave me hope that you can come out of this and reminded me that others suffer, too. Hope you keep getting better.

  393. Compassionate from all standpoints, including mother. And as a psychologist, that’s the reality of humanity. A beautiful and haunting piece.

  394. I may only be echoing the words others have already written, but feel compelled to comment anyway; since I was so moved by your story. As someone else had written, I was captured from the very first line I read. The story telling was masterful. You lay exposed all the crevices of your mind and soul, and carried us with you on your journey. It left me with many thoughts, as most well-written pieces do.

  395. Riveting and expertly crafted. So sorry for your loss. I’m fascinated that your fear subsided. One would imagine it only intensifying. Did your doctor have an explanation for this?

  396. Im so proud of all of you but just kind of partial to my girl Brittany. They were all very well written soul searching, thought provoking , etc. Etc. Stories and also some hard moments for some to relive in writing so thank you for sharing your heart and soul to each and every one of you! Melanie mason

  397. Beautiful and powerful – love the comparison between the landscape and your self. I’m so glad I had the chance to meet you and talk on the dawning of my 5th decade on this earth! ~ JoEllen (from Casa Del Mundo)

  398. Christy, this essay is filled with such powerful imagery and detail that I could picture the inside of the car and smell the smoke and fuel. The description of your cat’s death is heart wrenching. I did not know that V-Beetles easily caught fire.

  399. This essay drew me in from the first line until the last. You are an incredible writer. I’m in awe of how you managed to pull the pieces of this tragedy and your fearful obsession together into a coherent and insightful narrative. Condolences on the loss of your father. Bravo, Evelyn.

  400. Beautifully written. Love the representation of brown, in an array of contexts, its parallels with good and evil.

  401. Powerful piece. The depth of emotion in this story, all that you went through processing such trauma, amazing to read.

  402. Great article. I, also, was an English major in the 1990s, and didn’t really “get” Joan Didion until later in life. I recently watched the movie Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold, and was again blown away by what an interesting person she is. I’ve learned so much from her writing and how she put her experiences into written form. I’m sorry that you have not yet had a chance to cross paths with her…here’s hoping!

    ~Kristen Gill
    http://www.kristengill.com

  403. Beautiful story, Jenny. Thank you. I spent healing time in the Boundary Waters 20 years ago and those days and nights are still balm to my soul. Take good care.

  404. Outstanding. Congratulations, Brittany, on a truly haunting essay. You’ve perfectly captured the child perspective, while slowly revealing the too-adult truths that had to endured. I second Matt M.’s compliment — this is a story that sticks in the brain. Well done!

  405. I love this essay. Your love and admiration for your mom just shine through! I’m sorry she didn’t get to revel in her long-awaited party, and I hope that she gets to enjoy the tail-end (also my favorite part) of many parties to come!

  406. Blake,

    You tackled a raw and vulnerable subject in a raw and vulnerable way, laying bare your emotions for the reader to parse out. It was a pleasure to read. Congratulations on your place as a finalist!

  407. Nina,

    I thought this piece was so clever, and each time I read it, the cleverness became more apparent to me. I’ve no doubt your ability to take care of and protect yourself comes in no small measure from the power you hold over your writing subjects. It was really crafted and the balance of your characters was spot-on. Congrats again.

  408. Sarah, congratulations on your essay. I was moved reading it, and was blown away by your use of language throughout, which to my ear, matched your theme perfectly. It’s an important topic, and you handled it marvelously. Congrats again.

  409. Gwen, this kept me enthralled from beginning to end. The mix of medical detail with human interest was a perfect balance. I read it several times, and each time I kept hoping the outcome would be different–that’s how good the writing was. Congratulations!

  410. Dear Anne,

    Congratulations on your winning essay! It left me breathless with both nostalgia and hope, as well as a deeper appreciation for the bonds we have as a family. It was a beautiful essay. Congratulations again!

  411. Dear Yvonne,

    Congratulations on your essay, it was a privilege to be a part of the process this year! I came back to your essay again and again and was impressed with the imagery, the mastery of your subject matter, and the way you tied it all together. There were beautiful small details and touches as well as the overarching themes and they were woven together perfectly. Congratulations again, it is a wonderful piece of writing.

  412. I will never forget this essay. Very few stories actually have me catching my breath from sadness and despair. Despite the straight-forward narrative style, Gwen beautifully captures the tension, focus, vulnerability and tragedy of life and death emergency care. Really wonderful work, and congratulations on being a finalist!

  413. Wow. I kept trying to slow down, to savor the words. But I honestly could NOT wait for the next line. And then the next. Oh, gosh – thank you so much for sharing that. I know it will stay with me for a very long time.

  414. Breathtaking. Really fabulous to have the experience – a taste – of such love as you have for your sister. Swept up and away. Thank you!

  415. That was absolutely lovely. You captured the beauty, mystery, and unflinching love of sisters that endure the battle and tend to one another’s scars. Brava!

  416. Great review, Jen! I’ve never heard of this book, but I can certainly relate to its content from my own experiences as well as my female child’s, who didn’t want to go to school when she had her period because there were no trash dispensers in the stalls (in elementary school). Her fear that the girls who hadn’t yet become “women” would tease her was too much for her to bear.

  417. That’s my sister, and she has done an awsome job!! I remember gram like that and how she used to say the things she did. Love and miss u grandma. My sister tells in such great detail makes u feel like u were really there. Again great job sissy!!!

  418. Good illustrations of what it means to be an authentic human–reminds me of some friends I have known and an old saying one of them is fond of saying, “If you don’t have any scars, you haven’t showed up for life!”

  419. Thanks for this. My mother was totally embarrassed by my fatness. Her other children were “normal”. She involved a platoon of other adults in an effort to control “Harry’s weight problem”. It’s a long narrative which I’ll share with anyone who’s interested.

  420. Wow….great writing & amazing that you & your sister found forgiveness….I have not yet for my abusive stepfather…

  421. This is a great piece of writing. Although clearly falling under the rubrics of both memoir and feminist, it also could be found in the terror genre given that your father was such an (unconscious) ogre. Thank heavens you survived!

  422. Hi Beverly: A lovely piece, as are several other pieces of yours I’ve found after finding this one tonight. You’re a very gifted writer, subtle and soulful.

    My wife of 36 years, Jeanne, passed away in 2007 after a long illness. Much to my surprise I eventually met someone else, married Julie in 2012, and now I’m the 75-year-old stepfather of a 17-year-old boy! My natural son Jacob, if natural son is the way to put it, is 40 and a musician. Both he and my stepson Sawyer — also a musician; he plays alto saxophone in the Highland Park High School marching band and wind ensemble — are terrific kids, if one can speak of a 40 year old as a kid.

  423. My father entered a home for Alzheimer’s patients earlier this year so this story resonates. The ‘wish with one hand’ line is just the kind of thing he and my aunts would say routinely – after a while I realized they weren’t reciting; coming up with that kind of phrase is actually an on-the-spot skill. And yes – you see that fleeting glimmer for a moment and you know they’re in there. Nicely done.

    • Thank you so much. I am so sorry you and your family are going through this horrible experience. I have learned that somtimes laughter is the best way to make it through. Laughter and never forgetting that the bad parts we see are the dementia, not our loved ones. They are still in there, and it is our job to remember that and love on them every chance we get! Thank you for taking the time to comment on my story. Prayers for you and your family!!

  424. I suspect this story is going to stay with me long after this first reading. The moment her mother is described as picking at her face we see what Mom’s real problem is, or has eventually become. So much in this story is shown and not told, it’s what makes it truly strong. If ‘Driving’ hasn’t already been nominated for a Pushcart, it needs to be. The quality of writing here is the reason I continue to follow and purchase small press magazines

  425. I was just watching a Smithsonian documentary last night about (of all people) Eddie Van Halen, and among other things his description of the bullying he took when his family first immigrated. He was unable to speak the language and I suspect that, later when he reinvented the guitar and developed his sound, that bullying had a direction impact on why his theory was always ‘bigger is better.’ Interesting thought that ‘God Don’t Like Ugly’ could have a sequel, one that shows a grown-up Creature, what effect that episodes like this might have had.

  426. What a wonderful story and so beautifully told. The sadness of reality filled with the hope of memories which fade. Lovely! — Judy

  427. Amazing story! Wording is so captivating and kept me engaged the whole time. The usage of pathos is really powerful *tears*.

  428. Powerful and sad. Makes one think of all the stupid and hurtful things most of us did as children that were born of our own insecurity and fear…brilliant and important writing.

  429. I really enjoyed reading this. I think many writers can and will relate to what you have written. Inspiring and talented. Thank you for sharing. You made this writer’s day.

  430. Been receiving massages for years now, every so often getting an errection.

    Sometimes, it’s even a male massage therapist.
    Am I gay? Certainly not, I just have extreme issues with blood flow and nerves through my hips.
    When touched on my butt thighs or abdomen, I will probably get an errection, even if it was Rosie O’Donald.

    While getting my massage last week, I got an errection.
    At the moment I’m incapable of sexually relieving myself, thus my anxiety towards the situation was at its highest.
    Thankfully she didn’t say anything and just continued, or so I thought.

    Today I had the horrible experience of going into my Doctors office to be told that she won’t be seeing me anymore cause i got an errection, by multiple people in the office whom I didn’t disclose this information to, or tell the massage therapist too.

    It was extremely embarassing doing the walk of shame out of my Doctors office with everyone knowing I had an errection the other day.

    Having severe depression and Autism, the incident threw me into a suicidal episode.
    Even though I need massages on a regular basis to function, I’m not sure I could work up the courage to see another one.
    I just hope this world kills me before I do at this point. :/

  431. Beautiful story. You were my third grade Nun at St Catherine’s, Sister James then. I was a terribly shy child. I always thought you were such a beautiful woman, although at the time I’m pretty sure I didn’t even realize that nuns were even regular people, who used the bathroom and had hair. Your eyes are just as riveting as they were then. I enjoy writing myself, satire is my joy. My sister Julie told me to read this and I’m so glad she did.

    • Wow! This is wonderful, Margie. I remember you! Thanks so much for reading and for leaving this message. And thanks to Julie for sharing it with you! I would love to read some of your satire.

  432. Brilliant and beautiful piece of writing. Love the advice to “stay open” – to be open and receptive to the possibility that there’s more to the story than we immediately recall. I’m fascinated by story, how our minds process what happens to us, how our memories work, etc. Thanks for sharing your story.

    • Thank you, Dianne, for your lovely comment. I’m fascinated by story, too, the narratives of our lives–the larger arc, the smaller stories.

  433. This is a lovely reflection. That you were insightful enough to see beyond a forgetful man and a clumsy girl to the beautiful people inside speaks volumes. I feel like this was an important read for me this morning, as today I move my great-aunt into a memory care facility. It’s such a huge step from the independent living place she was for a year, or even the personal care place that followed. I’m a little nervous about being around people who are lower functioning. Thanks for the reminder to look beyond.

    • Thank you so much for reading and for your comment. I understand your trepidation as it is always a little scary to do something we are not used to doing. My mother has been living in a nursing home for the last 12 years, prior to that she was in assisted living for ten years due to early-onset dementia. It used to be difficult for me to go to the nursing home. I’m a shy person in general, so when someone talks to me without a filter (which in my experience happens more commonly at the nursing home–partly a result of cognition, partly as a result of folks being older and bolder ?), I often fumble. I’m getting better at it, but I do have to bolster my resolve, and also leave my ego at the door. Before I had my daughter I didn’t have the opportunity to be around many people with disabilities, now I know to just treat all the people I meet respectfully, and to presume comepetence. Even when people are being unkind, or difficult, or behaving in a way that makes me uncomfortable, I try to understand why they are acting that way. I remind myself that everyone is someone who is or was loved dearly by someone. I imagine how once they were more than likely, cradled in the arms of a parent or sibling or grandparent, aunt, uncle, who loved and wanted the best for them. It’s easier that way to see the humanity in everyone. That and a sense of humor can get you through most things. Good luck!

      • So true: everyone deserves to be treated with respect. I should clarify: mostly I’m nervous about my aunt’s reaction to the different memory issues and accompanying behaviors, especially worried about her just being afraid. So far she’s doing ok – amused, curious, but not fearful or panicking which I was worried about.

  434. This article really spoke to me, thank you! I have been writing “bits and pieces” in various notebooks for many years. I have always had to hold down a full time, “proper job”, but am beginning to move into a new phase, writing every day, even if it’s just a couple of sentences as they occur to me. I can be brushing my teeth, getting ready for work, but I drop what I’m doing so that I can write (yes,with a pen) whatever is going through my head. I am working on a sequel to my first, self-published non-fiction book and have the entire thing in my head. The sentences, paragraphs and chapters come to me in dribs and drabs and eventually, they will become my next book. I am inspired by your words and encouraged by your honesty. Thank you.

    • Go you, Deborah! I’m so glad this post resonated with you. It can be so hard to keep holding time for the work of writing, when life keeps getting in the way, but clearly, some of us just HAVE to. 🙂

    • Thank you for reading, Shirley, and for your comment. I’m glad my “story behind the story” has got your neurons firing. Wonderful!

  435. A very good book report, but it doesn’t capture the excitement of reading the book itself. For that, you might refer to “PILLE: ‘Japanese Girl at the Siege of Changchun’ is honest, dark memoir.” The translation was written to make full use of the English language, not to slavishly follow grammarian’s rules.

  436. Thanks for the honest review of this book. It sounds like something I should read–eventually–given that I’m writing a play, and love going to Broadway shows.

  437. My favorite part about this is the unsure sort of dance at the beginning that ensues between the man and the narrator (you). Is he speaking to her ? Has he chosen her? For the end to play out a yearning for more so smoothly, I thought you were able to achieve this progression between the characters beautifully. Also, at the beginning you point out the woman has infected fingernails and by the end you focus on her whole hand in a playful game that is made complete by the mother. To me, this was very thoughtful and healing.

  438. Tricia, this is lovely and puts some often-absent focus on “the other sibling” and what that life can be, might be…and it is also interesting to see *you* on the outside looking in, for a change, but with far more curiosity, connection, and understanding than most.

    • As a teacher, I have seen families fail “the other child” while focussing on the one with disabilities or behavior problems. But this is a powerful statement about those other families that make love and concern a way of life and path of beauty.

      • Thank you for reading, Jan. It can be difficult to spread the attention around with more than one child for sure.

  439. I reiterate what Stephen has said. The story of Danny and your own struggle in life could only be told in this simple (though by no means lacking anything) way.

  440. Patricia,
    Thank you for sending your story. I can truly appreciate it, since I also was a SSJ for 8 years and am now happily married.
    Marie

    • Katherine! I never got to post a thanks for your comment although I know we spoke about it. So glad you enjoyed the essay.

  441. As a very dorky writer mom of a byrashul 1-year-old son and wife of a black man, this article made me laugh, snicker, gasp and cry. Thank you for sharing your story in a witty self-deprecating and insightful way.

  442. Beautiful story – My mother also died from heart failure, very recently. Brave women, and you are very brave.

    • Thanks for sharing your story, and I am sorry for your loss. I found writing about my mother’s death was very healing.

  443. Many thanks for posting this. Bizarrely (is it bizarre?) I still can’t bring myself to talk much about this subject. The human story is a tragedy.

    • I’ve been thinking about this comment for awhile now. We all talk when we are ready. It took me 20 years.
      Thanks for reading and responding.
      Nicole

  444. Well. That is s scene well seen, a tale well told. I feel privileged to read it.
    Jules Older

  445. David, you humble me. Nothing I might say to praise you would be as powerful as what you gave us. Thank you.

  446. Oh, yeah, now to my comments… I was really swept away and into the bus ride, feeling nervous for both the author, and then the passenger, and what might happen? or be misunderstood? The rhythm of the words may have made the rhythm of the bus ride synchronous? I don’t want to over think this piece, as it just spoke to me what it had to say…

    • Thank you, Careyleah. I think you’re right about the “synchronous”–though it was probably more serendipity than intention.

  447. Had my first massage today and was worried sick about it happening to me, sure enough it did, I was so embarrassed!!

  448. Well written and it touched a nerve. My son is a recovering alcoholic. I pray he doesn’t become Danny, but if he does I hope people are as generous of spirit with him as are you.

  449. I love how the writing has evoked in the reader the sense of unease that the children felt at times. Beautifully written and engaging.

    • Thank you. I was unable to reply because my email has changed and I couldn’t confirm the address! I appreciate your taking the time to read.

  450. Stunning. Heart wrenching. Beautiful. I’ve spent a lot of time sorting out painful, senseless stuff. And I cannot express how grateful I am that you didn’t tie this piece up in neat and phony bow. At the same time, I wish you peace and healing. You already know that that this is a process. Your students are so lucky to have you as a teacher.

  451. This is so absolutely well written. One of the most difficult yet, deserving of all the years you have invested into writing. We who are writers discern, digest and write at our own pace. May your heart have found some peace.

    The statement: Maybe We Can Make a Circle. That sticks out in my mind.

    There is a pond and I stand at the edge. In my hand is a stone. My anger makes me throw that stone as far as I can. When the stone crashes through the thin skin of water, it creates a circle; which is joined by an overlapping circle and onward into infinity.

    There comes a time for everyone when we must release our barrier (be it anger or something else) to the world around us. Doing so opens us to others and we become enriched.

    Nicole, I think of this as a koan. You most definitely have reached out and touched my soul. May the chanting of my soul reach out and embrace you with peace.

  452. my word – a breathtakingly articulate account of an imaginable horror. I am moved by your account as indeed I should be. this sentence struck me hard “Maybe we can make a circle someday,” it said.

    I’ve been wanting to ask you for years: What does that mean?’
    and I felt the inadequacy of the response to you. And it also made me recall these words from Rumi :
    Be helpless, dumbfounded,
    Unable to say yes or no.
    Then a stretcher will come from grace
    to gather us up.

    We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
    If we say we can, we’re lying.
    If we say No, we don’t see it,
    That No will behead us
    And shut tight our window onto spirit.

    So let us rather not be sure of anything,
    Beside ourselves, and only that, so
    Miraculous beings come running to help.
    Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
    We shall be saying finally,
    With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
    When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
    We shall be a mighty kindness.

    (Rumi, 13th century Persian poet and mystic)

    You were privileged to have a father of stature and love, and it is an immense loss to bear his sudden , grim departure so young. I send my truest good wishes to you. Writing has helped me to live well – other peoples writing I mean, in the shape of Shakespeare, W.B.Yeats, W. Golding, Montaigne, Atwood – countless others. They inform how to look at the world differently, and shape the people we ourselves become.

  453. Nicole, Your writing style is intense and unique in its ability to stay in the present moment as you recount your personal feelings and reactions to such a profoundly painful loss without clouding your rendition of your experience with judgement or any wisdom you may have eventually found in the process of dealing with such a harsh and sudden catastrophic loss, which hopefully you have found. But you ability to take anyone reading your story into your consciousness at that moment is very powerful, emotionally compelling and totally captivating in my opinion because I get the feeling that I’m there with you as you are responding to the insanity of violence to someone you love with all your heart, you are sharing raw emotions, your confusion, your pain, minute to minute without a hint that you know where it will go – which of course you do now looking back – but you don’t telescope it in your rendition of those awful, painful times. Some of the most compelling writing I’ve ever read.

  454. I’m also a writer, didn’t write anything on net though as i never tried to, and i can say we writers feel it too much than others and i know it’s impossible to get a way out of it.You are a fabulous writer and I’ll love to learn something from you. and sorry for what happened with you.

  455. Such an incredible and heartbreaking story. It is fantastically written, powerful and emotive.

  456. Wow. I’m so sorry about your dad, and I wish you could have had answers to all those questions you couldn’t quite ask. I hope writing this brings some sort of peace. I live in Michigan, and when I was a kid I lived 3 blocks from Adrian College. Coincidence I know, but it made me feel this piece was personal, to me, for some reason. Regardless, hugs. I know you’ll get (have gotten already) a ton of comments. Know that I won’t forget your story.

    • Thanks, Dawn, for your personal response. I have such great memories of my four years in Adrian. It was the best college experience I could have asked for.
      Take Care,
      Nicole

  457. WordPress suggested this reading to me – and I loved it.

    Not only is this a difficult personal story, it is an incredible illustration of the way complex experiences affect us. For years, for lifetimes, sometimes we need to turn the themes over and over and over again before we can process and understand what happened, or to discover whether there was something valuable locked inside the difficulty.

    Thank you or sharing. Just beautiful writing.

  458. Brilliant. Simply brilliant, and brave. My favorite part may be the end, where the narrative stops before I expect it to, before I am ready. I’m hanging there going….”Whaaaat?” And then I get it. So incredibly well done. Thank you.

  459. Oh Nikki, I am still crying about that day. I was your Mom’s roommate at CMU and your Dad was at our duplex many hours. He was such a good man, and I have never forgotten his sense of humor, sly smile when he knew he had fooled us with his latest story, and the love he felt for his family. I was sitting in our family room that day and opening up our mail. The TV was on and I was reading the Christmas card from your family when it came on about the shooting at Chelsea High School. I had never felt such shock and sorrow then or since when I saw Joe’s picture on the TV screen. My heart aches so much for you, your Mom, and Brian. You are a wonderful writer and a wonderful daughter. No one at any age should have to go through what you and your family endured. Sending my love to you.

  460. Masterfully written, Callie. You brought your mother’s love to life with details of butterflies.

  461. When I read this piece during the copy-edit process I GASPED out loud. I read so many works each month, and still this one stopped me cold. I still can’t find the words to adequately express how moved I was by your work. This is the kind of story that has created something seminal at such an agonizing price. Congratulations on your work, Nicole, and I’m so happy that it is in HM.

    • Pamela,
      I really appreciate your comments here. Thanks for your encouragement and kindness. I love HM and am honored to be published here. It’s a relief to have this story out in the world after many years of writing and revising.
      -N

  462. From the moment I read this in Submittable, this became a seminal essay that I will remember … always. Absolutely beautiful work, Mary. What a fine example of subtle weaving, imagery and language.

  463. Kaylie, thank you so much for sharing this story with us. There are so many moving and powerful things to love about this piece, but what I love most is the tenderness between you and your daughter. I also love that you call her “my girl” instead of her name, or “my daughter” – I wish I had that closeness with my mother. One of the best things about this piece is how you never stop being her champion, just as you’ve never stopped being mine. Your daughter is a lucky girl and you are anything but a bad mother.

    • Lauren, thank you so very much. Your kindness is amazing, and your work ethic impeccable. Thank you for reading!

  464. How poignantly Gretchen Henkel captures the inner torment of child “internees” – held prisoner by their parents’ abusive behavior. Excellent piece.

  465. Nicole, this is beautifully written and takes me back to that terrible December day. I taught first grade with your mom after this horrible event and watched her put her life back together. I never had the privilege of meeting your dad but heard wonderful stories about him and your family. He would be so proud of all of you!

  466. Nikki,
    So powerful, I hope that finally writing this letter will bring you a bit more peace. What you and your family experienced was and is beyond our understanding. I often think of all of you. It is nice to hear you are teaching. I wish you well.

  467. Excellent job, Nikki. I loved working for your dad. He loved his family, his Polish Heritage, and the Chelsea community. He talked about how he had to “discipline” Madonna while both were at Rochester Adams. He drove to Hamtramck for every Fat Tuesday to buy Packzkis for the faculty. He is the only superintendent who would stop by the faculty dining room to eat with the teachers once in a while. We loved shooting the bull with him. A day doesn’t go by when I don’t think of that terrible afternoon.

  468. Hi Nikki. been a long time. Good to see you are teaching and doing something you love. Very powerful piece of work. Let me into some things I didn’t know about that day. I hope you are doing well

  469. What an amazing piece of writing from Gretchen Henkel. So vivid. I loved reading this. The speaker is as trapped as that fly while only the breasts of the “stepmother” fly free.

  470. This is an impressive piece of writing under any circumstance. Knowing that you truly lived it makes it immeasurably more touching and worthy of praise. I know your parents deserve the highest regard for the way they raised you. I hope to read you in the future.

  471. All I can say is thank you for sharing and letting us see from your eyes i could never imagine what you went thru you are a strong and remarkable woman that your dad is truly proud of

  472. Nikki,
    Truly amazing that you would write this letter now. Carey and you were awesome patients at MedSport. I remember your dad providing the support only a dad can provide after your surgery and during your rehabilitation. Thank you for sharing. I admire your strength.

    • Hi Shane-
      Thanks so much for reading and responding. Your message was a very nice surprise. I would love to connect with you on social media.
      -N

  473. Nikki,
    I am truly at a loss for words. Matt & I were both in tears tonight in memory of this horrific tragedy and your personal journey. Thank you for sharing, we are greatful. These memories take on a new meaning for us today as Matt is now a superintendent in a small town & our children walk in those shoes.

    • Hi Laura,
      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I smiled when I read that Matt is a superintendent in a small district. I know how difficult that job must be, but also how rewarding. Best wishes to all of you!
      -N

  474. Nikki,
    Thank you for sharing this intimate part of yourself as you help us all remember the personal tragedy of this awful day. My heart still aches for your family’s loss. Your dad was a kind, honest, and excellent leader, and I have always appreciated his support and care as my boss. His impact on all of us is still felt in the Chelsea School District!

    • Thanks for sharing this, Steve. It means a lot to me to hear from people who knew my dad in professional contexts and admired his leadership.

  475. Thank you for having the courage to share this, Nicole. I walk the old CHS campus often, and I always say a prayer for your dad. There’s a reason this letter was so many years in the making.

  476. Thank you for sharing this piece of yourself, Nikki. I still think about the time that we crossed paths at the Auraria Campus and the pain that was still in your eyes.

  477. Nikki,
    I think we have all been waiting to hear this from you. In some ways, you’re asking & answering some of our questions as well. You’re an inspiration to be able to get this out so beautifully & strong. Thank you.

    • Hi Leslie–
      Thank you for this comment. It helps me remember that this story belongs to all of us. I am glad to know that this telling of my experience has helped others. I needed to tell it, but I didn’t know how many people would read it. Thank you.
      -N

  478. Nikki,
    I think we have all been waiting to hear this from you. In some ways, you’re asking & answering some of our questions as well. You’re an inspiration to be able to get this out so strong & beautifully. Thank you.

  479. Wow. This is an amazing and heartbreakingly poetic piece of writing. I didn’t know you well, Nikki, I was a year behind you and we had mutual friends. But Alice was my favorite high school teacher too, and I was not doing well in Mr Leith’s chemistry class that year either. I had heard she called someone that day but I had no idea. I don’t know what to say.

  480. Beautifully written Nikki. It was such a horrific tragedy for you, your family and our community. My heart was so sad for you and Brian and your family. Thank you for sharing.

  481. All I can say is WOW!!! This is so beautifully written and took me right back to the day it happened! I had just graduated 6 months before this. Your dad was an amazing man & I still think of him often. You are an inspiration to all of us Nikki and I know your dad is smiling down on you!!!! ❤️

  482. I remember that day, I was in middle school. I had Mr. Jones in high school who spoke about this to our class, he spoke very highly of your dad and had only kind things to say about him.

  483. That hit close to home, just not as you might imagine. I inhaled your story like a tightly rolled joint.

  484. What a beautiful story, Callie! I grew up in Bartlesville and went to Ranch Heights as well. My best friend and I spearheaded the initial landscape design of the atrium when we were in 6th grade, the year it was built (1980). I am so pleased to hear that your mother took the time and interest to make it even more beautiful for the students after it had been neglected. She left this world a better place, but most importantly through you and your brothers. Thank you for sharing this special story.

  485. A Hippocampus author & supporter says BRAVA, you fine writer, you! Looking forward to seeing (and feeling) more of your evocative prose.

  486. One of your greatest gifts is your ability to turn your knowledge and love of nature into gorgeous prose. From one naturalist to another, you shine… like sun through a cicada skin.

  487. I completely agree with Fernando Aquino. Melissa Coss eloquently brings a loving voice and tribute to multiple generations in this all too short piece. Vivid and visceral, she gives a testament to the ability to both persevere and soar under obstacles only hinted at. I would happily read more!

  488. I am very moved by this. Interestingly, I am from an entirely different country, but my name means ‘apricot’ as well (and also ‘whip’). Anyway, although I chuckled a couple of times, I was mostly upset reading this piece. I can imagine how hard it was to write this piece for you. I find it odd that you never learned Japanese. Could it be something unconscious? That you somehow perceived the unfairness, and resided with the more ‘powerful’ parent, or rejected the ‘weak’ one. I hate putting it this way, but this is the only way I can think of it right now. Anyway, maybe you didn’t see your mother much when you were acquiring the language (she was working, you were in daycare, or something like that). Or, she didn’t speak her own native language much around you? Anyway, anyway, the way you treated your mother is so common amongst kids who grew up with parents in inequal relationships.

  489. Melissa is a powerful story teller. In this piece she beautifully captures a cross generational stamp of Puerto Ricans in New York during the early 70’s and on

  490. I laughed out loud at the most inappropriate place possible. Writing that brings surprise. Brava!

  491. So glad I stopped to read this! Love the way it turns when you least expect it. (And I’m a Rosenblatt fan too.) Really well done.

  492. Feels good to see your story in print, doesn’t it? Especially when your story is so engaging; I agree with Autumn’s assessment.Congrats!

  493. Great imagery and I love the voice. I really feel the narrator’s desperation and frustration and that icky feeling in the pit of the stomach.

  494. Just beautiful. Exquisite. Heartbreaking. Profound. And moving, Leslie. Thank you for sharing your gift with words and your incredible perspective and story. <3 What a gorgeous read.

  495. I love the voice in this piece. It’s very “Dustin Hoffman.” The story unfolds beautifully and so visually. I could see the entire scene in my head. Wonderful!

  496. Thanks, Nicole, for an inspirational craft article that shows how much you can stretch and grow as a CNF writer by experimenting with new forms.

  497. Listen carefully: do you hear it? That is the sound of my heart shattering, reliving some of the awful times at the end of my mother’s life, too. You took a difficult subject and imbued it with the respect that our elders should be given always. Thank you.

    • I’m so glad you feel that way. I’ve written much about my mother, who haunts me. I decided that trying to honor her once lively wit might keep a bit of her alive forever. I am so sorry for your suffering.

  498. Wonderful writing! The first sentence drew me, knowing eventually the story will turn dark (as the title suggest “we killed a nun”) but I was surprised and didn’t expect everything that was happening, gives it such an place (The social aspect) where you can see, hear, and feel how you felt as a child. Keep up the great work!

  499. This is a knock-out story, with genuine drama, great action details, dialogue, eloquence and heart.

  500. BRAVO~ such a motivational piece especially for procrastinator as myself! I will deff be looking for more by Terri

  501. —-Dear, Jayne,
    What words do I have to tell you how much you moved me, caused my bones to ache, my pulse quicken, my soul to cry out?
    Your writing makes me want to be better.
    Oh, Jayne, you have taken my breath away.
    ——Love and Appreciation from Duluth. xxx

  502. I was directed to this today and I’m so glad to have found it. It is a gift for all of us, so deeply personal, so personally universal. I will remember this one, in total, and so many specific lines and phrases, too. And this, simply this: ” … but the sun has already begun its journey to the west.”

  503. Is the “Air” submission deadline still extended to April 15th? Because the link to submit is saying the category has expired.

  504. In the 1970s I hosted feminist programs at the local radio (the first) in my hometown in Sicily. It was scandalous for my town and life-changing for me. I have written about it in a personal essay that has a different focus but I am thinking of writing a piece just on that.

  505. This is beautiful on so many levels. A fully realized work of art. Ultimately the sophisticated tools—including 2nd person POV, borrowed syllabus structure, future tense—serve and express the content in such a rewarding way. Our pasts are mysteries, and how the writer situates herself in relation to it here shows that as well as reflects on it. Best essay I have read in a while!

  506. https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2015/10/why-writers-are-paying-to-get-published/411274/

    “Fees ensure that people who have disposable income will submit the most. So it’s fine to charge fees if you’re targeting mostly white, male writers who went to elite schools and who have a financial safety net.”
    “Instead of slowing things down, fees increased submissions 20 to 35 percent.”
    “So the slush pile is getting bigger, but is it getting better? It’s unlikely, since professional writers with skill and experience are trying to get paid for their writing, not the other way around. Even if they make time to publish for free as a labor of love or because they want to build a literary reputation, they aren’t going to pay to submit. The people who do are likely novice writers who might think their submission will be taken more seriously because they paid for the privilege.”

    https://medium.com/@mikemeginnis/this-is-a-common-argument-but-i-m-not-sure-it-really-holds-up-to-experience-with-slush-a282946812b3#.momed9xya

    “There is a negative correlation between willingness to pay to submit and quality/appropriateness of submission. Think about your favorite writers. The ones you really love to read. Now try to imagine them paying a submission fee.”

    Lastly:

    “The $3 fee to submit to Hippocampus is not much different from submitting by postal mail with a SASE”

    https://www.google.ca/search?q=what+year+is+it&oq=what+year+is+it

  507. Alexis, I loved this essay in “Not a Place on Any Map” and I loved reading it again today. Beautiful, as always. xo

  508. A most amazing story, chock full of chilling details. I was cheering when you found Ben at his “post” after years of your absence. We need folks like Ben to remind us of true courage and strength – but also a writer like yourself to capture such a life. Thanks, Barth.

    • Hello there – I just saw your very friendly message, and thank you for that kind response.

      Best wishes,

      Barth Landor

  509. That’s a story that will haunt me for a while – and I thank you for that. Such authentic delivery. I even smelled the pancakes. Thank you, Emily.

  510. You brought your mother to life again with your writing. You exposed yourself with the depth of your heartache. It’s beautiful and sad. I lost my dad to suicide over 30 years ago. He’s with me every day, not matter where I go. Thank you.

  511. I have lived long enough to have lost quite a few important people so I well know at least something of what you write so well. It’s much appreciated.

  512. stop going to hair dressers, start doing intermitten fasting. maybe you’ll understand whitman then. and, love yourself unconditionally, sis. you surely worth it.

  513. Wow. What a gorgeous, well-written and heartbreaking essay. Elizabeth, you’ve managed to write what I never could. We are a decade apart (I was born in 1972), but our stories are almost identical, down to the dyed blonde hair and MTV jeans. My mother was born in Okinawa in 1942 to a family with seven children and they lived in a hut in a village in Kunigami-son, met my father while she was working as a waitress–he was in the army stationed there–they married in Okinawa (I have a photo that is almost identical to your parent’s but mine is in black and white), and she moved to California with my father and they had one child, a daughter like she always wanted. I, too, have the eyebrows of an Okinawan, was embarrassed of my mother, was never taught Japanese, and my middle name is Miyuki. My father was an engineer, and “let” my mother take cooking classes to prepare him American dishes. But instead of turning to alcohol for her home-sickness, my mother became a born again Christian. She ended up committing suicide in 1985, and I guess that’s why it’s so painful for me to write about. Your essay makes me wonder, though, if this is a shared experience with Japanese woman/American man interracial marriages. I’m so glad you and your mom reconciled and I hope you cherish every moment together. Thank you for writing this piece and I hope to read more from you.

    • Angela,

      I read this response a few days ago and I have been thinking about it ever since. First of all, thank you for responding and for sharing your experience. I’m so sorry for your loss. I cannot even comprehend the pain you and your mother must have felt, and what you must still feel. This essay is part of a larger project I am working on, a memoir about my mother, but I also want it to be about the larger social phenomenon – Japanese women marrying military servicemen, and their children – of which you are very much a part. If you feel comfortable sharing more with me, please, please, contact me. I would love to hear from you. I don’t know if this is allowed but my email address is ebrina@uno.edu. I hope to hear from you.

      Best,
      Liz

  514. Beautiful. The way the story lopped along reminded me of many dogs I’ve known and loved over the years. Great writing.

  515. Loved the writing style, its vividness and humour. As Georgian, who live through this time, I can say that the writing is superbly conveying the atmosphere of the time! Thank you!

  516. I love this piece! Brings back memories of my own brief hospitalization and all of the indignities that came along with it – from being cared for during the day by the hospital’s “Nurse of the Year” to falling prey to Nurse Ratched who took over the evening shift.

  517. I will put together an article for you. My first job as a teenager in 1962 was as an FCC licensed First Class broadcast engineer at the age of 16 at WFBL AM 1390 in Syracuse NY. It lead to a wonderful set of technical careers over the years and now, at age 71, I have come full circle and have been the unpaid GM and Chief Engineer at WMJS-LP since 2004.

    We air live on 102.1 in Prince Frederick MD and stream live at wmjs.org and on various shoutcast providers including TuneIn Radio.

    • Bill, we look forward to hearing your story! You’ve been in radio for a lifetime, and you’ve must have experience so much change, especially in recent years. Thank you for your willingness to share a.

    • Hey Bill, I am writing a piece for this as well about my parents who were both in radio and met at the radio station at Syracuse in the 1960’s! Small world.

      • Hi Rachel, it certainly is! I worked one summer at WFBL for 8 weeks. They would not need me until the following summer so I scored a job at WSYR that September taking the place of the engineer who did the “Church Remotes” on Sunday mornings. As I became proficient at those I gained additional hours as a summer relief engineer working in Radio Control, TV Audio, and TV Projectionist as needed. When I quit WSYR after three years to focus on my EE degree at SU I took a part time engineering job at WOLF where my only duties were to let them post my FCC 1st Class Radiotelephone Operator Certificate (the “blue meal ticket”) on their wall and work when I was available and needed to log the transmitter meter readings every half hour. In between those log entries I could sit at a desk and study / do homework – with the Trogs’ “Wild Thing” booming through the monitor speakers! I graduated in 1968 and went on Air Force active duty…

  518. A beautiful piece, Sarah, one that feels both original and completely universal. And now, of course, I want to bake cookies, pull out those recipes from my grandmothers.

  519. I love this essay—obviously your writer’s block isn’t blocking you anymore. In an essay I wrote for The Magic of Memoir about writing my (upsetting) memoir, I confessed that my husband used to urge me to write for just 5 minutes. It worked. I got the manuscript done—sometimes only a little at a time. Your essay above will encourage others! P.S. I’m now eager to get a copy of “Spent” and Nestor’s books. Glad I met you on Twitter.

  520. Robert, your story really connected with me, having just lost my own Mother a few months ago. But rather than focus on personal aspects and experiences, I’d rather focus on your writing, and a beautiful and touching piece of writing at that. You write in very a simple and sparse way, you don’t really say “much”, but what you do say and how you say it touches me to the core. It’s really not what you read, but what sticks with you when you’re done reading that, in my opinion, is the true measure of the writer’s substance. You have a real gift of story-telling and touching people’s hearts and minds, and here you did it again.

    • Arthur, first let me offer my sincerest condolences on the loss of your mother. As someone who recently lost a parent, I fully empathize with the emotional roller coaster than accompanies such a life altering event – now, six months from now, and beyond. The initial shock wears off gradually, but not the emptiness. Thank you for reading this memoir and for taking the time to post a comment. I am humbled by your praise and your revelation that these words touched you “to the core.”

  521. I remember this story so well, I felt it read like something from a Best of anthology. Thank you for the work you do, Morgan, and for sharing such a raw, unusual, humane perspective of such a brutal yet tender society.

  522. By 1996, I had divorced the abuser whom I’d married. Abused first occurred 3 years into the marriage, beginning with a slap that wasn’t hard enough to knock me down. The slap, however, was so unexpected that it knocked me further into unreality. Thank you for writing about this; it is a necessary conversation.

  523. Your article moved me almost to tears. The subject matter is too too real for someone, who has been abused, to want to face yet your words were compelling and I could not leave the page. My writing is not writing at all but I do it for myself and do not care if no one else reads it or not. This is an important subject for women today that needs to be brought out into the open more often so that violence against women can be eliminated.

  524. This really hit home for me! Such a great story Robert! I lost my mother to a terrible disease called CJD when she was only 63. I was there for her last days and breath. She was always there for me growing up, and I was there for her when she passed on. Like she used to tell me “Look after your health and your family. Once either is gone you can’t get them back.” Thanks for sharing your touching story Robert…it brought back MANY great memories for me!

    • “Look after your health and your family. Once either is gone you can’t get them back.” What a wonderful and comforting legacy your mom left for you, John – wisdom that comes from years of experience. So sorry you lost her at such a young age, but take solace in the memories she left behind. Thank you for sharing your experience.

  525. Beautiful prose! Thank you for sharing. I thought you might have mentioned Malala as one of the first names! But it is still inspiring! I’m curious – the author bio says you write for expat media sites. I’ve just finished a memoir about my five years as an expat, but I do not know these websites. I’m wondering if you’d be willing to share them with me, either here or at my email below? ergosullivan@gmail.com

    • Eva, thank you. Isn’t it nice to think there were so many names to chose from? I’ve had a lot of articles appear on ExpatChild.com and one one the WSJ’s expat page. I know that HuffPost has an expat site as well, though I have not contributed there. Best of luck with your memoir–I would love to know when it’s available or if it is, where. It’s a wonderful experience I wouldn’t trade for the world, though I’m aware not everyone feels that way!

  526. As the daughter of a 93 year old mom currently in the hospital, boy can I relate! Sleepless nights, endless tests and what a spirit your father showed through every step. The rock solid support of this paternal love for his child is palpable. It shows itself at every corner, in childhood, adulthood and in the last days of life. What a beautiful story. What a great way to grow up! Thank you for sharing such a personal story so beautifully.

    • Hi Mary Lou – I’m touched that you can relate to this memoir, and I wish you and your mom well. Having you there as an advocate for her is a great comfort. Hospital stays often take a toll, physically and emotionally, on family members so please take care of yourself. Thank you for joining the discussion.

  527. What a warm and loving portrait of your dad! How lucky you were to have such a wise and pragmatic man cheering you on throughout your life. I appreciate your vivid and accurate descriptions of the frustrations of hospitalization of a loved one and the juxtaposition to the amazing warmth and respect of hospice workers. It struck a chord with me and transported me back to my similar experience with my grandma a few years ago. Well done!

    • Thank you for writing, Nadine, and yes, my dad cheered me on throughout my life. I appreciate you sharing your experience with your grandmother and for recognizing the wonderful work of hospice. These angels came into our lives with compassion and understanding and maintained my dad’s dignity until the end. Can you ever imagine a healthcare worker offering up a hug and thanking you for the PRIVILEGE of taking care of your loved one?

  528. I am the brother of the author of this memoir and wow! I felt like I was right there with my dad going through that period of time again. I’m blown away by the responses I’m reading from people who were moved by what my brother wrote and who shared their own stories. My dad was a modest guy who would probably shrug and say “its no big deal” but I know he’d be proud of this story as we were of him.

    • It’s almost one year, Mike. And you were there through it all. Thank you for writing in. I am proud to tell our story.

  529. Thank you, Barth, for a beautiful story of reslience spanning decades. Thanks, too for going back to see Ben the Barber, for taking the chance, riding back on your bike. So great for you to find a warm welcome under the expert hands of an old blessed soul. Sacred ground, indeed.

  530. You have seamlessly blended maturity, psychological insights and deep compassion — not only for your mother but, just as importantly, for yourself — and created a bright literary gem.

  531. Came across this link. Wow. Very moving. I’ve had to go through very similar situation myself. Must say, I know how it feels, the frustration and sadness all mixed up together. But Rob’s story ends on such a real and life-affirming note. Thanks for putting into words what so many people have felt and experienced.

    • Ron-I wish you could hear from the readers who haven’t posted, yet shared their stories with me personally. The emotions are similar – frustration, anger, helplessness – it’s a universal situation. Thank you for taking the time to share your experience.

  532. Such a loving, soulful tribute. Your father’s support of your grade-school writing ambitions was expressed with just the right touches of delicacy and unadorned pride. Your translation of his hand moving “like a windshield wiper against glass” to mean “Enough! Enough!” is about as powerfully concise as a writer can get. Bravo.

    • Coming from the author of “Spinning Shame Into Nostalgia,” this is high praise, indeed. Thank you ,Robert, for taking the time to read a fellow Hippo writer’s work. And congratulations on your masterful story and runner-up placement!

  533. The ingenious approach to personal narrative is irresistibly inviting; a softly sardonic voice holds sway. The writing is somehow simultaneously gentle and gut-wrenching. Flawlessly crafted work of art.

  534. Although my own story is different in the details, I can so relate to the teenage girl who treated her mother with such disrespect and disregard. You are so fortunate to still have your mother and the opportunity to change the ending of your story. If you look in February of 2015 here at Hippocampus you will see how my relationship with my mother ended. This is a beautifully written piece. Congratulations.

  535. Wow, a beautiful portrait from a loving son. Totally engrossed in the story telling. I loved the book report section and how your father dealt so well with such an injustice that can mark a twelve year old. And you clearly are a writer yes a gifted writer. And his last days in our medical system where we saw the indifferent and the compassionate. So glad I happened to come across this. So fortunate you were able to be there with family and at the precise moment. A rich full life,

    • You’re absolutely right, Jim. My father came to my defense when I needed it most. I didn’t realize it at the time, but his confidence in my writing ability would have a profound effect on my shaky self-confidence. In his own way he turned a teacher’s thoughtless remark into a cause for celebration. Glad you found this link! Thank you for writing.

    • It’s an unexpected pleasure, and quite humbling, to receive such a reaction for such a personal piece. Thank you.

  536. So, so touching. The complexities of navigating the healthcare maze, finding caring advocates, and trusting what you know is in the heart of your dad — all so beautifully illustrated. What an honor you gave him! A last final gift.

    • Thank you for writing, Karen, and for bringing to the forefront the perils that await elderly patients in the healthcare system. That is why we MUST be there for them to help navigate the administrative nightmare; to communicate with doctors and nurses; to ask questions and then ask them again and again if the answer is unsatisfactory, even at the risk of being labeled a nuisance. Be their advocate, their voice. And, as you so eloquently phrased, “trust what you know is in their heart.”

        • Karen-I applaud the work you’re doing with veterans in pursuit of a literary career and am honored that you have chosen to share my work and introduce them to Hippocampus.

  537. One of the most emotional stories
    I have ever had the pleasure of reading. It makes me want to cherish all the memories I have of my father even more.

    • Savor the moments you have with your father, Logan, and continue to create memories that will last a lifetime. Thank you for taking the time to share.

  538. Thank you Luisa for your kind words and encouragement. I consider myself the lucky one in our relationship. My father lived his life with dignity right up until the very end.

  539. So moving and beautifully written! You and your dad were lucky to have each other… What a beautiful story of a wonderful relationship! A big CONGRATULATIONS to you! I am rooting for you for that Reader’s Choice Award!

  540. Powerful, passionate and important writing, Dina. Congratulations.
    Your essay should be required reading for all males over the age of 13.

    • High praise, indeed Robert! I do think my 2 small males (and one large one) get tired from time to time hearing me make sure to slip in a story of Anne Bonney the pirate or Mia Hamm or Elizabeth Cady Stanton or a thousand and one other ways I manage to filter the conversation through a lens of gender. But, as you rightly intuited, it’s important. It’s where my passion and my life intersect. Thank you again.

  541. Loved how you married form and content in this piece, and then created that beautiful arc of not just self-forgiveness but transcendence.

    • Thank you very much! There’s a lot of personal passion in there in terms of theme, which helps a lot when you are telling a story, I think–in a greasing the wheel kind of way. But like anyone, there are times you doubt what you see in your head, so it is always thrilling when someone lets you know it works or that they’ve been affected. Writing, right? It’s a lonely game. So when anyone takes the time to let you know how it’s working, it’s usually enough to make your day. So thank you again.

  542. It is a very moving story of your relationship with your father. When my father unexpectedly fell ill, I scheduled a flight to visit him. Unfortunately, he passed away before I could reach him. I have wondered how I would have said good-bye and any final words my father would have passed along to me. I hope my children will have great memories of me just like you have of your father. Thank you for expressing your love for your father for readers like me.

    • Hi, Clark. I’m grateful that I was given those last two weeks with my dad. Thank you for sharing your experience. I’m glad that his story touched you.

  543. Congratulations on your win, Dina. It’s a beautiful piece. Well-crafted, vivid imagery. I’m almost embarrassed of the piece I submitted! ;o) I sat in bed and read your essay and I kept saying, “Wow…wow” and my husband had to ask what I was reading! Can I ask…did this come to you quickly, or is this something you tinkered with for a long time?

    • Amy, never say that, the important part is telling the story, the rest is just icing on the cake–and can always adjust the amount of sugar in the icing when you need to ;-). Firstly, thank you (for reading and taking the time to comment!), it’s always wonderful to hear what your peers think of your work. As for your question, the impetus for the piece came quite quickly enough, but getting it all puzzle-pieced together took a lot of tinkering. There were plenty of “nights” that are sitting in a file folder on my computer which could have had a place in here, and even a few that made the final cut that I’m not 100% sure about, even at this late stage. It was definitely not a quick process from start to finish–and, I’ll confess, reading it again after a while, there are still plenty of places where I see how I could have improved it. I don’t think any of us are ever 100% satisfied with our work, but when you get up near 90%, it’s a pretty good day.

      • Thank you, Dina. And I totally hear you about re-reading and STILL finding spots that could be improved. I’m the same way. I could revise until the cows come home. I think I’m learning not to go back and read my stuff that’s been accepted for publication–I should just be happy it was chosen! Best of luck in your future endeavors!

        • Thank you, Amy. (And never go back and read your published work! It’s an exercise in frustration! You’re absolutely right, it is work that was chosen for a reason). Good luck to you as well. D

  544. This is interesting. Many collections of this ilk never let the author comment or reflect on the piece they wrote. Might pick it up. Good review.

  545. This is a fine encomium to two people, one of whom is alive, writing with delicacy and wisdom about inexperience — and about heartbreaking experience when it comes. Your story is haunted by the cost of naivete, the romance of the self, and the unreliable cultural edges during an era of exhilaration and free-fall. It is marvelous to write so concisely about emotion, without melodrama and without appearing remote — a tricky balance. Congratulations. I look forward to seeing more.

    • I appreciate the unusually thought-provoking expressiveness of your comments, particularly “… the romance of the self and the unreliable edges during an era of exhilaration and free-fall.” Thank you.

  546. MOVING…HEARTBREAKING…but most of all, real. When memories come in conflict with the medical community and death becomes a nightmare you can’t prepare f0r. Robert Weinburger is able to keep his love and respect for his father during times it would be easy to lose it. His father’s influence on a caring son, that only wants to do the right thing when there is no right thing, shows through. I, for one was able to share his stoy w9th us.

    • All too often elderly patients fall through the cracks in the healthcare system, especially as hospital patients. My brothers and I served as my father’s advocate, his voice, when he needed us most. Thank you, Ronnie, for recognizing that.

  547. This story was so poignant that I had to continually remind myself that it was true. Your essay was haunting and unforgettable, and the way you paid homage to Kate by crafting this essay with both personal complicity and utter respect gave her life again for me. Congratulations on being the runner-up!

    • Thank you for your thoughtful and big-hearted comments. Your observation that the essay was crafted “with both personal complicity and utter respect …” is especially meaningful to me.

    • Pamela, thank you so much for those words, truly. Writing about women has always been the baseline of my work–even though it took me a few decades to realize it! I’m so pleased that it all came together in a way that could touch someone outside. Thank you.

        • Jayne, thank you! I feel immense fortune when I have the opportunity to write about women, and it’s gratifying to know that my passion for that comes through somehow. My voice may be getting hoarse from the shouting, but my fingers still work on the keyboard. Until they stop, I’ll keep going.

  548. To say that I loved your essay is a vast understatement. This piece was the height of elegance and craft, Naomi. I have not stopped thinking about it, and I’m a big fan of your style! Congratulations on being a finalist and on such a fine piece of work!

  549. Mom laid on the counter pleading for a loan for food that’s love, wow! If people could see that you should not judge all people by one person or a few!

  550. In the end they all disappear; God, Jesus, The Devil, Satan et al in to the abyss and beyond……..it was fascinating picking out pieces in between your lines, and still a heroic story, thanks.

  551. It’s not a bad thing to lose faith in religion, something that is man-made, so long as it diminishes in proportion to the rise of your faith in God. The two often become confused. Religion often disappoints people, but God never does. Religion doesn’t heal, God does. If you are lucky enough to tap into God’s spirit, that’s where you will find your healing.

  552. I wondered what “six flash essays” would be like and how they’d fit together. So glad I read them! Beautiful, evocative writing.

  553. These pieces are beautiful. Exactly the kind of writing I read and strive for as a writer. Perfect blend of prose/poetry–pieces living on that backslash I just put between prose and poetry. Thank you.

  554. Oh Gwen, I LOVED your story. I could imagine as if I was there and FEEL so DEEPLY. It made me laugh, ..made me angry, but mostly very sad. Thank you so much for sharing with us this story full of family love.
    I can’t wait to read your next one.

  555. It’s really sad to know that even today many women are convinced with the little effort men make after messing up their whole lives . When someone abuses a person for so long ,the little amount of love showered by them seems like you have been given the world. But that’s not the world. A person -be a boy or a girl , must know their true worth and must be strong enough to protect themselves against such things and to walk away when the love is not being served .
    Kudos to the writer for sharing this in such a beautiful manner.

  556. Magin, this is just so lovely. Simultaneously poignant and strong. I love some of the turns of phrase — “I like to believe what I love can find a way back to me” — “as if this primal rhythm can carry me back to them.”

  557. I don’t know if it was because I grew up in that time, that it settled so much to home, or was it because you wrote it so honestly, and matter-of-fact. Ok, I should stop. I liked it, a short story with heart and how it affects everyone involved.

  558. Wow. I love how the images come around in circles, how the story emerges from these recursive rememberings. So glad I got to read this.

  559. Sounds interesting. I always find myself responding to such stories by wishing I had comparable accounts from the parents. What were they thinking and struggling with? Did they understand the impact their own actions and words had on her, or at least the possibilities? Families always seem to be filled with feet of clay. …all the way down.

  560. wow!!! I LOVE YOUR STORY, it took me back to my childhood , you are so talented you have a hat for everything!!!! I can’t wait for your next story in hard back!! You are truly BLESSED & HIGHLY FAVORED !! CONGRATS!!!!! I want to be like you when I grow up !!!!
    Love you much!!!!
    Ingrid..

  561. I love the merging flow, the artistic expression of details which carry the reader to participate in the story. You are a talented writer. Thank you for bringing this to us. Could be a true story? I wonder!

  562. I strolled through all the titles wanting to read something but not everything and this was the story I chose to read first thing on a Monday morning. I’m so glad I did! I was transported to Coney Island for awhile and it was a very enjoyable trip. It was easy to step inside this writer’s life and see through her eyes and rumble around a bit in her brain. She made it easy like that. Now I know a little something more than I knew before and I’m pleased with self for ferreting out such a wonderful story.

  563. Gwen, This story moves my heart and scratches my soul. It brings to mind days of old when times were a challenge for a mom and dad, raising us children with love, care, and sacrifice. It’s so beautifully written. It’s absolutely amazing. Sheila

  564. Dearest Gwen,

    What a piece! I Loved it. It was a moving picture in my mind, which is what a good story is suppose to do. Knowing the characters gave me a special sense of excitement .

    I hope others enjoyed it as much as I did. Please continue your literacy journey and share your gift.

  565. Jen, I love this story so much. Beautiful and painful and the use of the diorama as a way to tell it is so unique. So proud of you for telling your truth.

  566. I was greatly moved by this account of strength and endurance, as it reminded me of my mother and the periodic indignities that come with poverty. Even without common experiences, this telling should touch every reader’s spirit and humanity.

  567. This is beautiful and so exactly how everyone felt those days. The children. All the frightened children. All the frightened parents. Life changed forever. Finally now, Jacob has been found. And so close to home. Still heartbroken.

    • I am reeling from the news. Such a mix of heartbreak and relief. Thanks for your comment, Teresa. More than anything, I am realizing how, despite the loneliness I experienced in my confusion, so many people felt the exact same way.

  568. It’s Labor Day here and at the local state fair, there will be a hot dog eating contest. They just showed on the local news people stuffing themselves with hot dogs. They have pieces of hot dog buns and mustard on the corners of their mouths while they continue to gorge themselves. After reading this story, it is quite sickening to watch this when you know people are hungry. I turned on C-Span to find out what stories they had for Labor Day, and I hear a caller talk about “starvation is a real motivator.” From one extreme to another!

  569. Dear Barth Landor,

    Thank you for writing about Ben Scheinkopf.

    Here in the UK, there are still people who “outlived every last Nazi tormentor” too.
    Some of them are my friends or mentors or adopted bubbes and zaydes.
    They’re exasperating or lovable or fragile or unfathomable.
    All mishpocheh.

    I’m glad you and Ben were reunited.
    I think it was beshert.

    And thank you for making me forget that I’m ill.
    Every piece of wonderful writing is a painkiller.

    A bit early, I know, but shana tova to you and your family.

  570. I look forward to going to my Aunt’s house because we always go shopping and go to the local Chinese Buffet where we turn into gluttonous monsters. You know that in America, people feel they have to get their money’s worth when they go to a buffet, so they eat and eat until they are miserable. Then you spend the next 2 hours burping because you are bloated after having to unbutton your clothes after eating so much. Nobody in this country should have to go hungry. This story is too sad to have to tell as an American citizen.

  571. Hello Mrs Williams: We always had enough to eat when I was growing. When I read stories like yours, it makes me feel bad because I see these television commercials that show how there are children in classrooms who go hungry at night. I work in a school district where 99% of the children qualify for free breakfast and lunch. I wonder what happens to these children on the weekends and wonder if they don’t get a meal until they return to school on Mondays. What happens to them over the summer? I can remember once a child was suspended from school for fighting. The mother called the school trying to be on the school’s side and begged the Principal to let her child come to school to get lunch because they had no food at home. During summer school on Fridays, the same Principal supplied plastic bags and asked the Mothers of the children when they came to school to pick up their children to go through the lunch lines and fill their bags with milk, cereal, fruit and whatever else they saw so they would have food to eat on the weekends. One day he was laughing so hard as he told the story of the Mother who filled her purse with spaghetti. Meat sauce was dripping from the edges of her purse. Sometimes you have to laugh. It is better than crying about the situation.

  572. Dear Mr. Barth, It is very beautiful that you understand places of great suffering to be sacred grounds. Great suffering occurs every day in Syria, Libya, Iraq and Gaza. I hope you would consider these places to be no less ‘holy in their way as the Western Wall’ or as Lourdes or as the Ganges River. And I hope also that you would consider it a “blessing” if a barber from one of these places stood over you.

    • Dear Michael,

      I certainly agree with you that there is a kind of sacredness wherever innocent people suffer terribly – whoever those people may be. Thank you for reading my piece and responding to it.

  573. Hello Ms. Williams: I was moved very much by your story. I grew up in this country, but my Father was from Lebanon. He told us stories about how they played outside as bombs dropped in the back yards of their neighborhoods. Everybody lived in fear they wouldn’t live through the night. They learned to eat whatever they could get their hands on, or if they got too hungry, they made themselves sleep so they did not know they were hungry again until they woke up from the forced sleep. It’s funny how the so called “land of plenty” has very little for certain groups of people and so much for others. It seems strange that restaurants have to throw food in the trash at night because it is unhealthy to serve the same food the next day. It seems almost like a sin that the US Government would dump wheat in the ocean to keep the prices high on the global markets. In the end, you reap what you sow.

  574. coach509@att.net
    Jerry Sanders

    My wife shad that she never went hungry. They grew up in the country where they raised their own garden, had cows, went fishing and hunting and never missed a meal, but growing up in the city I could very well relate to what Mrs. Williams had to say. This is truly a moving story that most of the older folks can relate to because her story is our story.

  575. Much of the story, I can identify with growing up in Detroit in the late 1950’s and 60’s. As a child, we always had to depend on other folks for our very existence. My Mother shoveled coal in an apartment house to pay for our rent. At the time, people had coal furnaces. My Mother’s job was to keep the apartment house warm. When I got old enough to realize what was going on, I helped out because when the coal got down to embers, I helped stoke the furnace. Now that I am older and retired, I can sit back and remember what happened in my past that made me who I am today. You never know what happened in a person’s past to give them survival skills or to know how to deal with the hardships in life. Can you even imagine what would happen to our grandchildren who grow up with I-Phones, television and eat at McDonald’s everyday if they were one day confronted with not having the necessities of life? They do not have the survival skills we have been equipped with to make it through the hard times. Thanks Ms. Williams for the revival of memories of my Mother and my childhood. That old saying comes back, “If we don’t know our past, then we are doomed to repeat it.”

    • Reading your story Gwen, you captured mine as well. It just dawned on me… life is not much different from people to people, the only difference most times is just location. Gwen ! the re-telling of your memories drew me back to my little village in the Caribbean.It also made me sit with my spin straight and acknowledging the strength of our ancestors who planted the “shade tree” and we now benefiting form the shade . In one word “Epic”

  576. Barth, this is beautiful. . .the man and his story are beautiful, but your words are too. Thanks for writing this.

  577. Thank you for this tender portrait of a human encounter. I often feel that we are losing the ability to relate face-to-face as I watch more and more people standing right next to one another but, rather than look into the eyes of their neighbor, they focus intently on a cell phone screen. Your piece is a tribute to human communication — that which goes beyond words but, at times, may be recalled by them.

    • Thank you, Judy, for your kind words. I agree that we are in an epidemic of screen-fixation, and I feel very grateful to have known face to face (or face to scalp) the good man that I describe in my essay.

  578. Well stated, but a question remains for me. My wife and I recently has a couples massage that we both enjoyed very much. Afterwords my wife asked me directly if I had gotten aroused during the massage. It turns out that I was briefly aroused and was honest with her. I went on to explain that being such an excellent massage that as I became more relaxed the arousal quickly went away. Further, that I linked arousal with tension (I believe this is common with male sexual responses) and that arousal was inconsistent with enjoying the relaxing aspects of the massage.
    Then I returned the question. I was quite surprised at my wife’s response. She was also aroused and nearly had an orgasm. It turns out that she commonly has the imperceptible mini orgasms during a massage. That the relaxation of the massage brings on this response and that this is the reason she enjoys massages. And this is not dependent on the gender of the MT.
    Having read up on the Internet on this I have found that this response is not only common, but the MT often see it as a direct result of the patient relaxing and views it as a compliment.
    Wow is that different from how female MT speak of aroused (forget about climaxing) male patients.
    My question is this: do you accept that a secret female arousal (even climax) is complete acceptable while the same for a male patient is completely unacceptable?
    And if so how is that explainable?

  579. A very powerful piece, Madhushree. You handled the ‘back and forth’ between the scenes incredibly well. Unforgettable.

  580. Love this! The sex talk I tried to have with my daughter was an unmitigated disaster. As soon as she saw the book I had purchased, she snatched it from my hands and screamed, “I’ll read this by myself! I don’t want to talk about it.”

  581. Your final paragraph really resonated for me. So much of how people react to anything “different” is either a result of fear of ending up different, or gladness about not being different.

  582. Another shamelessly priviledged person from a shamefully poor country. It’s very easy to spot this kind of writers from the boastful vibe in their voice (even in writing). Oh, what a big house you were living in, with a very big garden, and a very strict security (God forbid, the poor might come and steal your precious stuff!). Such big hearted people are they indeed, adopted many pets, didn’t spayed the pure bred ones (because they can sell those precious little ones for MONEY), eutanized them well before their time because they are no longer healthy and good-looking. Very lovely indeed, those self-obsessed rich ones who lived like kings and queens in those huge inequality lands. Never look back, darling, never look back.

  583. Nice story Gretchen. I remember those booklets and was alarmed at the section about how one becomes pregnant. They had an illustration of a handsome man sitting on the arm of a chair looking down at his sweet wife (dressed just like June Cleever) and the caption read: “When a man and wife love one another, and the time is right they can become pregnant”. I still avoid sitting on vintage wing-back chairs— you betcha.

  584. Wow, Mike! I love this. So many captivating lines: “Scars ink into clean squares” and “Akimbo spastic motion is what I am.” And this one: “I will take some of what she feels, will keep it as my own.” I didn’t know you were working on a full-length memoir. Cannot wait! (especially with that title)

  585. I’ve said it elsewhere and I’ll repeat it here, this was a stunning, harrowing, important piece of work, Madhushree! Congratulations, I will NEVER forget this read. My psyche is forever chipped from this story.

  586. Congratulations, Barth, on a story that I will never forget. In plain-speak, but with an eye for the crux of the matter, you honor a life made extraordinary because of survival and fortitude.

  587. This was the worst one among the 2015 winners, yet it won the first place. Why? I couldn’t help questioning this while reading much better essays without any monetery reimbursement whatsoever. You see, Hippocampus Magazine, this is troubling. It really takes from the credibility of the award. I hope you’ll be more mindful in the coming years. I wasn’t even going to keep on reading after this one turning out really meh; but thank god, I carried on. The others were spectacular. Too bad they didn’t get the treatment and exposure they deserved. Please be fair.

  588. I am absolutely floored by these stories! Your self-implication is so clear. You give the reader a window into your world and explain these medical terms we are not familiar with. Well-written and totally engaging.

  589. She probably meant learning a new language and travelling helped her expand her mind. I sure felt/feel that way learning a new language in another hard-to-live country. I see women in their 50s-60s that decided to lose their chains here as well. Liberated old women who were raised in countries with huge gender inequality. They are not that far away from Ming. I wish you two had had a coffee together so we could hear more about her! It was a lovely reading.

    I noticed I love reading classroom stories.

  590. Wow! This is just extraordinary. The way our young minds absorb and interpret what goes on around us and how we attempt to make sense of it then, and in all the years to come, along with all the pain that entails is woven beautifully here. Great work.

  591. I love this, Lisa. I was a horsey little girl who never got to realize her dreams until the age of 38, when I finally got my first horse. Thank you for allowing me to live all that I missed through this wonderful essay.

    • Thank you, Jayne. I’ve seen it so many times – – at any age, when we get that first horse, or get to ride regularly for the first time, we’re all little girls inside!

  592. This is an amazing behind-the-scenes story about the pivotal people on the front line meeting America’s immigrants. It’s a big world in that classroom and with it comes a million stories. I’m glad Debra captured it here.

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  595. What an emotional, well-written story. I wasn’t there during the war, but departed Israel on Jan 16 or 17, leaving an Israeli boyfriend behind whom I’d just fallen in love with. From the safety of my parents’ home in NY, I imagined him crouched and huddled with his family in the tiny room they had prepared for the war, just like you. So my perspective was more like that of your parents, though I can’t imagine how they felt, knowing their child was directly in harm’s way.

  596. My husband has read a couple of books about what really goes on in the trenches at a hospitable. Years ago during a hospital visit. I noticed the rhythm of the hospital while recovering from my accident. By the way the stories are great…

    • Oh, Glenys, there are so many things I still can trace back to what I learned in that little barn that year!

  597. I never was a horsey little girl, but I read all the books about horsey little girls and that world remained in my imagination, where it still resides. This very evocative essay brought it all back to consciousness, where I could revisit it and remember a more innocent time. Lovely, Lisa.

  598. I am honored to count Shiv as a friend and fellow physics enthusiast who I met at Ashland University when I was earning my MFA in Creative Nonfiction.

  599. Beautifully written and gut-wrenching. To teach the children with passion and honesty is a beautiful use of your talents. I’m inspired by the courage it took for you to reflect on your responses to your student’s gun story in order to navigate your own.

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  601. I am 74. Kenneth Anderson is still ny most honourable person and soul. My heart broke when he hqas passed away.I never knew as I was doing my PhD in IIT Chennai.Just now I came across Donald here in this site. I knew his son is Donald. Thought you are in UK. If you are in Blore I want to see you the embodiment of Kenneth the greatest adventurer ever far far and far ahead of JIm Crobet. Many a time he has presented himself as the bait but not otheres. He made maneaters com to him in the dead of nights with sure death staring. I want to meet you and hug you on behalf of My dearest Kenneth. How can I meet you in Blore. Are you staying in Kennth Andersns Red Brick house near the white victoria statue/

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  602. Well written and extremely interesting article. There was a point that I believed Casey knew something about my life and was speaking directly to me.

  603. I will never forget the first time I read this piece. The progression of the narrative, humanity, lyricism all fleshed out a heart-breaking yet also redemptive story of the state of being mother, the things we cannot recover from time … really beautiful work, Stephanie.

  604. Always enjoyed your writings, although from one article last year it sounded like you weren’t going to be farming for much longer. Glad you are still enjoying it.

  605. That you can write about this horrific experience with such eloquence is startling, and truly a gift. And the ending – wow.

  606. Robert,
    I am new here and this is my first read but I have to say if this piece represents the quality I can find, I have stumbled upon something quite wonderful!
    The way you meld imagination in and out of this piece is poetic and deep. It does EVERYTHING a great piece should do – made me feel, understand and question. I loved it and am now a fan!

      • Hi Donna,

        I believe this is intertwined with the
        conference that is up and coming in August. I am making plans to attend
        and sent an email to an address I found in an effort to volunteer to
        help in the conference. If you have any other way I can reach out and
        offer my services, please let me know.

        Judy

    • Dear JudeeAnn, thank you for your feedback re: Red Rabbit. I so appreciate that you not only read and enjoyed the story but also reached out, as this was a difficult piece to write, and we writers often toil at the desk without a sense of what we’re doing or how we’re doing it. Your words give me great encouragement. Best, RWF

  607. I worked and lived with homeless women with AIDS for fourteen years. This essay feels like home to me. So beautifully written and evocative of all that such a place holds. Well done.

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  609. Hello. Please remove my picture of the pink phone. Flickr mistakenly defaulted all of the images
    to Creative Commons when they revamped the site, but these are not to be shared. Thanks.

    • C.G. – Thank you for letting us know. We will remove the image ASAP – just need to find a replacement. I’m sorry you had an issue with Flickr’s categorization! We do only use Creative Commons images.

  610. A beautiful story with so many meanings. We all exist but for a moment in time. We mean the world to others, and they to us. Yet, the world does not stop for any of us. So important to take the time to enjoy that afternoon wind off the ocean, to breathe deeply, and like Ariella to enjoy the life we are given.

  611. Thank you for sharing this beautiful private moment at the end of your husbands life. Your writing says it all. It touched me deeply.

  612. Days after reading it I can still feel the emotions -My inner heart has been touched –
    Painful and full of love at the same time.

  613. Great piece! I remember this one in draft form — very, very close to the final. Excellent job. Very moving.

  614. Wow! Such emotion on the page conveyed through Spartan language. Can’t wait to read her book. Kudos, Deborah.

  615. As a high school teacher I was drawn to the students who were not leaving enough paper. Under the misguided philosophy that everyone gets a trophy, I worried about their sense of false security. Sadly, I have read from time to time in the local paper about some of their tragic results. In the classroom I would try to infuse a bit of realism and assure them it was okay to fail. Good lessons come from those moments I told them. But we have to learn to trust ourselves. False compliments don’t build trust. Thanks for a beautiful story.

    • Kim thank you for those kind words. You are right, absolutely, false compliments don’t build trust. I grew up in a time when the trophy only went to the best and brightest–while I agree with that principle more than the current one of everyone winning, I think we all need to encourage students to find the thing they enjoy, and that’s it ok to enjoy life without winning the trophy. The current notion of needing to have a passion fascinates me, and I think it is hobbling a generation. Ultimately I’m not sure that Josh’s story would have turned out any differently, but I hope there were teachers like you in that school who were drawn to him and saw in him something the rest of us didn’t. The world needs teachers like you, who see beyond and reach out.

  616. What a wonderful story! I felt like I was in the back seat with you, Emily. I look forward to reading more of your work and experiencing more of your journeys

  617. I recall visiting a Christmas farm like this near Nerstrand Big Woods State Park. Emily’s multi-layered story adds depth, humor and pathos to my memories of that farm, whose thousands of lights lit up the cloudy sky overhead like a small city. Thanks for the great story!

  618. This story rings sadly true. Time and weather become a metaphor reflecting and supporting an aging family suffering from the vicissitudes of life and a loss of verbal intimacy. We slide by, sometimes on the wrong side of the road, and hold on to small details seen through rain covered windows in the dark countryside. In therapeutic settings, we find that open and honest communication can be transformational. But, that seems a part of dream life that for fear of taking the risk, doesn’t quite make it into our wakeful state, and conclude that life is better remembered than experienced.

  619. Very nicely written. I love it when a writer focuses on a single moment and opens it up. Usually happens in poetry instead of in an essay.

  620. Robert, this one had me shadowing the narrator on that languid, suggestive ride in which he made a (perhaps) seminal decision. Dreams manifest and we are given choices based on the real and the imagined … Beautiful writing and a compelling story. Thank you for writing it.

  621. I love your writing Amanda!! I pictured this FB stalking ex story as the perfect “spoken word” performance with the right background beat playing in the background as I read it … ??
    I have had a beat I produced titled “Behind a Bull” waiting for the perfect spoken wordz to go with it. Im thinkin something like your story wld fit beautifully.
    ~MizzTaurusBeatz

    http://www.soundcloud.com/mizztaurusbeatz

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  623. So proud to read another of your fine essays here in Hippocampus, Genevieve. You turn form on its head in all the right ways. Congratulations on a smart, wry piece–humor is so hard to do well, you’ve crafted it perfectly.

  624. This piece had particular resonance for me, as a woman who struggled with infertility until I let the notion of motherhood go. I admired your honesty and insights and was so happy to see that this essay was featured here in HM. It’s a beautiful, memorable piece, Steph.

  625. Very interesting for me, especially since I work primarily with dementia and elderly patients in nursing homes. I wish I could have met your great uncle. I am still wondering how he knows God exists and yet ‘doesn’t believe in Him’, very ironic.
    I am impressed by my biophysical chem professors creative writing ability!

  626. “In a few months when it’s all over – your hurtling car, the parked truck – I’ll be the last to leave the funeral home. The other girls won’t show.

    I’ll trace the cuts on your hands with my eyes, stitch us a different ending.”

    Just gutted me. A brave piece of writing. Love the gorgeous imagery and how you use it to create a delicate tension, from start to finish.

    • Thank you, Caitlin, for your response to this piece. I really appreciate your feedback on this memory that is so close to my heart. ♥

    • Thank you, Laura, for the comment. My heart hurt, too, writing it… but eventually, after many years, peace.

  627. A different perspective, something to consider. I worked for four months in Delicias, Chihuahua, surrounded by some of the loveliest people I ever met, and immersed in war zone where an average of ten people a day died by gunfire in a town of twenty thousand. Yet, I felt safe. It was 2008 and I was working carving an angel for the Pantheon, or cemetery, and people of all walks of life came to see how it was being made. Once I got taken out to lunch by two guys in a Hummer, who got stopped at a police checkpoint. The driver smiled, cracked open a beer, exchanged a few words, and was let go. “Don’t worry,” he said to me, “we own this town.”
    Mexico is different. It’s another country, the beginning of a transition to a whole different continent. Americans who never go are missing something.

    • Thanks for your perspective, Andrew. I’ve had both beautiful and sad experiences in Mexico. It sounds like you have experienced that dichotomy, too.

  628. A vivid, gripping piece that hits close to home. I love the way Nicole uses all of her senses to paint a complete picture of the scene. Thank you for sharing this personal story in such a beautiful way.

  629. Nicole, as always, poignant and relevant. I most love that you turned this into a multi-media venture, giving students like Isabel an opportunity to add to their portfolio also. Such a generous and thoughtful soul, you are!

    • Melissa, thanks so much for your response. It was such a pleasure to share my story with students at my old high school and get a few involved in an art collaboration. Isabel’s photo captures the mood perfectly — coincidentally, I even had a jean jacket like the girl in her photo!

  630. Things that jump out at me right away: the numbered breakdown putting the experience in order… the succinct language that creates such a rich set of images…what a fantastic job of letting me experience a fragment of life that is so clearly yours but also feels like it could be mine. A real pleasure to read!

  631. Very powerful and well written. I am so sorry for your pain.
    I honestly cried. Sad about the bullying, sad about losing someone so loved.
    It’s always a pleasure reading your heartfelt emotional words – I feel it.

  632. Absolutely powerful. I love how your words weave together into a beautiful piece and create such intense emotional response. Thank you for sharing this. So proud of you.

  633. Written with so much emotion…I can feel your pain. The picture captures the emotions perfectly.

  634. I have a very similar situation in my house and with my girl, and we make it work as you two have. Though I miss the opportunity to roll over and see her there beside me, to touch her or pull her close, we are simply not compatible in our sleep regime. Thankfully that’s the only place we aren’t compatible. I hope it continues to work out for you both, and thanks for sharing you story!

  635. Beautifully written Nicole. A bitter sweet, emotional piece that made me feel I was right there with you, in the rain.

  636. I love the Dick and Chuck commentary. It’s fun to see the narrator step outside of the action. Plus they allow the writer to give that tirade at the end, and who can’t love that?

  637. Your story and faith brought me to tears! Thank you for sharing. As a cops wife your words hit me to the core. My police officer as well as yours and those around the world are in my prayers daily ( often many times a day ) !

    • Thanks so much for reading, Misty, and thanks to your husband for what he does. Thanks for all you do–law enforcement life seems to include an extra set of marriage vows. I know. Faith is survival. Prayers are powerful. You are not alone. Carry on. Thanks again. ?

    • Hello! I think I need to write a whole separate piece devoted to the very important jobs of dispatchers and all the things you hear, say, so quickly do…and all the things *you* carry. Dispatchers, emergency responders, all branches of law enforcement, etc. play a vital role in saving and protecting lives. Teamwork. Team effort. Blue Family. There’s nothing like it. Thanks for what you do. Thank you for reading.

  638. I loved reading your article!! It was very touching and I couldn’t hold back the tears. I am currently going to college and after I graduate, I plan on going to the academy. This is such a great reminder and I will keep this reminder dear to my heart for whenever I meet my future husband and start my journey in law enforcement. God bless you!! 🙂
    -Julia

    • Hi Julie, thank you, thank you! Finish college, kick butt, fight through that academy with every ounce of motivation you have. Get out there. Protect. Serve. Save lives. Bless you for the duty and the calling you’ve chosen to accept. There is no greater love. You are admired. Every step of the journey, you are not alone. You can do ALL things. Thanks again for reading.

  639. Yes, yes, yes. I’m always blessed, honored, and humbled to hear from a fellow LEO’s loved one. Thank you for reading and for understanding every word–an automatic bond. And thank you, too, for your heartfelt encouragement (such must be a part of your own calling, for sure). You lifted me up today (and all who might read). Thank you.

  640. Wonderful article Melissa. I lived that same life as a daughter of an ISP. It is truly a life of service for the trooper and for his family. We spent a few years in Streator/ Blue Island and 7 years in Joliet District 5 – and then came to Southern IL….quite a difference for sure. You learn many things on this journey – however, the most important lesson you learn – is to never part ways without a hug and a kiss and the heartfelt words of “I love you”. You truly never know when that fear of the last call will become reality. Dad said the same thing regarding the smaller community – you know those names and places when you get the call…..and your heart beats a little faster for sure. May God bless you and your husband with many wonderful years in the law enforcement “calling”. We are all called to do His work….what a wonderful way to live that calling.

  641. As I set here reading your letter, it reminded me of the Submarines I served on.

    Think of those wives and children watching their husbands subs sailing out to sea, and watching till they can not see the sub anymore, some still stay there an watch for a while. Never to see, or hear from them for 70+ days (Sometimes much more if your subs relief is delayed do to some mechanical or electrical problem and you are extended 10 more days on station till they fine another sub to releeve your sub!) at a time as a sub is not suppose to be detected while on patrol, and never breaks radio silence unless they have a problem and must leave station early. If that message is not heard, then they will be home when they get home. Think of the wives and Kids of the USS SCORPION SSN-586 thinking everything was ok and one more day till Daddy gets home, till they got that call. “Your husband sub is overdue”. We will inform you when we have more information. Time flies, and you wait by the phone. Then that call comes, “Sub down, and all are lost”. That is what the wives and children of a Submariner goes through every time her husband heads to sea, even if it is for only a few days on sea trials like the USS THRESHER SSN-593. I see complaints from soldiers wives that they have not had a phone call from their husband in a week, or had and email in two days. So, remember normally there are others out there waiting too.

    • You are absolutely right. Thank you for your service and sacrifice and to all those who’ve worried and waited for loved ones to return. I think you must be a writer. You have important stories to tell. Thank you for reading and replying.

      • Thank you for your kind comint. No, I am no writer. I am dyslexic, and it is very hard for me to write. However, I do try now and then. I was still taking Sophomore English in my Senior year on HS when I quit school and joined the Navy. Reading is ok, wut writing it hard. Lucky I had a good memory, and normally understand something the first time I read it, and can retain it. But when I write something I may misspell the same word three or four times in the same sentence. I wish I could write nearly as good as you do. Your words were very meaningful to me, that was why I decided to write to you. Thanks again.

  642. Wow, Thank you Joanne. They are lucky to have you and your support in their lives. I’ve been able to find a lot of comfort through support groups just by writing this article, expressing honest feelings, and sharing my voice. You definitely have a large extended law enforcement family! I thank them all (officers and your nieces) for wearing the badge and for holding it up. Blessings <3

    • Is this the whole version of your letter? Its so moving to read. I am a police recruit hopeful, newlywed. This is something that touches me very much. I became faithful and id like to say i found my god after i married my wife and once i started pursuing law enforcement. This essay/letter says much and i wish it was longer still. Thank you for sharing. when i get my chance to serve, i pray i remember these words.

      • Eduardo, thanks for reading! I just want to take a moment to encourage you. I think it takes a special person, a selfless heart, a mental toughness, a warrior mindset, and extreme self-discipline and control to want to pursue your dream. When you are in the academy, remember that most of it is a mind game to make you stronger, remember to take every push-up, every mile, every question on a test, and every hour at a time. Remember, when you get to come home, to savor every moment with your wife. Best of luck to you. Yes, I have a hundred more pages. My own dream is that you’ll read them in s book some day. God bless you.

  643. God bless you dear, you and all law enforcement spouses. I pray my 3 nieces who are married to officers, can keep as much faith and grace as you possess as they live parallel lives to you.

  644. So beautifully written, and so true to so many wives. Thank you for putting into words how so elequently, how it is, being a police officer’s wife.

    • Thank you, Pam, for reading and commenting. I think I wanted, first, to give my police officer a voice and to say all of the things he couldn’t say. After about a hundred pages, I found my own. Bless you for automatically understanding this law enforcement life. Carry on. ?

  645. Well done, Lea! First of all, I love it that you write about hoarfrost! I also love this sentence: “She hadn’t yet packed her pointe shoes and her leotards and her pillow and her notebooks into the pick-up truck, and we hadn’t yet driven for two days across a thousand miles to Michigan, and we hadn’t hauled her stuff up to her new dorm room, and we hadn’t met her roommate, and we hadn’t fitted the sheets onto the thin mattress, and we hadn’t realized yet that it was time for us to go— right then—to leave her at that school that was bustling with deliciously nutty and creative teenagers who were all dreaming their dreams.” Congratulations!

  646. I’ve never lived in Detroit but it is the American city I know best, having visited countless family and friends there over the past five decades. You have captured the humanity of a city constantly under threat of having its humanity rendered irrelevant. It’s Detroit’s people that will ultimately provide the winning formula for its future. Well considered, nicely written and generously shared.

  647. Ah yes, the intrepid Doug Thiele. Traipsing through the punk wood of Virginia’s swamps in search of the dead things that always interested him more than the living things he made. This self-indulgent monument to tripe is representative of all his works. Never driven by blood. Never an architecture of flesh in his decaying expositions. Drawling and sophomoric, his anti-poetry reeks like a corpse long buried beneath pages of pointless images. Like the mildew-ridden books he seeks, he himself is a relic of a vain subterfuge created to beguile the world from the truth of his own existence. He is a fraud. A fiction. A not so cleverly disguised icon of his own design. I know Doug Thiele. Intimately. And though you may see a crafty, and mildly amusing old man, I know the monster he truly is.

  648. A rare thing in a ironic, post-modern literary world — a writer who is unafraid to put honest sentiment forward.

  649. Wonderful essay, Mary! Such a revealing look at the way war and politics creep into every aspect of life, doing untold damage–leaving scars that last lifetimes and beyond.

  650. Wow, what a poignant moment in time you’ve captured here. It makes me feel again what it was like to be 25.

  651. The best part of one of Marcia’s stories is that they are not stories at all. I remember so many of the incidents she mentions from our long, and sometimes short talks. The amazing part of Marcia’s stories is how she takes the scattered strands of her life and weaves them into something beautiful. I will never get tired of that. Well done, Mar.

    • Fern,
      And it’s amazing how much our lives are weaved together–then and now! Thank you, my dear friend!
      Mar

  652. Beautiful Marcia. What a blessing to have your mom so close by through your amazing daughter. Fran is awesome and so are you. congratulations on this endearing story. We sure do love our moms and your mom obviously was so instrumental in you becoming an amazing mom, able to raise two great children……congratulations on a life continuing to be well lived!

  653. Nice. I was skimming through openings, not planning to read anything all the way through, but yours got me. You’ve caught something everyday and important. Cheers —

  654. The blend of personal experience and political backdrop is seamless. The tragedy for the mothers involved and the child represents the suffering of so many children not only in Guatemala but in many countries. Ms. Scherf’s writing is eloquent yet without sentimentality. The context provided enriches the understanding of what she suffered through this injustice rendered against her. As an attorney, I empathize with her lingering discontent with her inability to fully clear her name in spite of all the information that has since been released. Although events transpired years ago, the reality of the corruption which pervades international adoptions is current. I applaud Ms. Scherf’s courage to tell this story which needs to be heard.

  655. Wow! So well done. I love how your imagery creates an atmosphere of instant intimacy for the reader.

  656. Young Mary is so real, I felt like I was part of the bunch if grapes. I agree with Clara. I want to spend more time with this child and her family.

  657. I quickly discovered, after moving to London from Canada ten years ago, that most legendary London sites – Trafalgar Square, Downing Street, St Paul’s – are just on the way to other places. Abbey Road may truly be just another street, but you are right about the palpable Beatles aura that hovers around the studio and that zebra crossing. I live on the other side of town, in the south east, and I took the pilgrimage to St John’s Wood ten years ago. I haven’t had the nerve to go back since.

    • Thank you Jayne. I was just wrapping a gift yesterday and once again, as I was cutting too much paper, I thought of Josh. And I wondered how many people who have read this will have a fleeting thought of a boy they’d never met next time they run a pair of scissors up a roll of wrapping paper. The very idea that there may be one is enough to glue some of those pieces back together. Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to leave a comment, Jayne.

  658. Wow I guess this reviewer did not get the part where my dormant spiritual life blossomed after I joined a church
    post breakup – or where I landed a full time job as a college professor post breakup- or where I healed my
    relationship with my mother after the break up. That was the healing and the growth. The reviewer also seems
    to have completely missed the book’s humor. – Kate Walter, author

  659. Like the author’s daughters, I, too, loved fairy tales. When I was young, I read and reread every fairy tale book in the library. I never thought about the larger themes in fairy tales. I like how, in this essay, those themes flow so poetically and visually.

  660. This piece … it resonated with me immediately as a HM reader, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it. Tending to the least and most fragile among us with hope and fervor, and then processing the futility when our best efforts inexplicably fail, is one of life’s eternal lessons. But it wasn’t just this tender and interesting story–it was the way the writer treated the material, masterfully balancing information, science, observation with lyricism and insights, make this a piece I want to read again and again.

    • Pamela, your insight re: “tending to the least and most fragile among us with hope and fervor” — yes and yes! You captured the essence of what the piece was trying to convey. And I hope the responses to this story helps more “science-y” writes find a home in HM and other literary magazines.

      • Your work was extraordinary, Jeanine. I read a LOT of work between Hippocampus and another journal, and I will always remember this one. I shared this on my FB wall and it got wonderful comments. The ending is so, so strong:

        “Gently lifting Bitty out of the terrarium, I take her outside and offer her back to the elements. My heart cracks open but does not break. I accept that our interventions into the lives of others, no matter how well-intentioned or well-crafted they may be, are quixotic and ephemeral.

        We can offer a hand, some food for the soul.

        But we must offer what we offer with palms open, fingers splayed.

        No grasping.”–beautiful.

  661. As a HM reader, it is wonderful to put a name and face to a piece that utterly enthralled me. Congratulations, Carol, I was a BIG fan of this essay. This is one of the strongest endings I’ve read in our queue: “So in the waking hours, after the dream comes, I lie there and sort the contents of my house, and houses past and houses of others I have loved. I pick each item up, hold it in my mind’s eye.

    I walk through my palace, my life. And I realize, everything I will need to take, I already have with me.”–spot-on elegant!

  662. Jeanine, this was so beautiful on so many levels. My heart also cracked when Bitty expired despite the fact she/he was a creature that would normally cause me to cringe. I suspect we are all fury creatures in the end – desperate to understand a small portion of an unknowable universe in the hope it might delay our inevitable demise. I will reread this many times.

    • Deborah – I believe when we can relate to one individual, and truly *see* that individual, our heart does crack open. And yes, we are all furry critters! (big smile)

  663. Oh Dina. Gave me goosebumps as I read along, not knowing how bad his end was going to be…only that it was going to be bad… Textured and visceral evocation of adolescence, too.

    • Thanks, Alice. That adolescent angst is my comfort zone with writing, I think. I seem to come back to it no matter what I do. I’m glad it works in this piece. I feel a bit like Josh was a wounded bird, a wing clipped early on–and no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he was never going to fly without pain. But again, these are only my memories and observations from the back of the class. Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to leave a comment. I really appreciate it.

  664. Jeanine, this is exquisitely written. I can really feel the bat’s tiny body. The wider context is well stated as well.
    I hope you share more of your adventures with us – and I pray the outcomes for the creatures lucky enough to meet you are much brighter.
    The smaller the organism, especially a mammal or bird, the more susceptible to dehydration, as I’m sure you know. Surface area to volume. Perhaps trauma weakened Bitty and made drinking difficult, and a combination of factors led to her demise.
    ……….
    Small correction (typo?): In the lovely French quotation you open with, someone dropped an R; it should be non-réveillé.

    • Lo, thank you for your insights. Living in a rural area, the best I – and we! – can do for the many creatures we encounter is: (1) slow down (!!) and (2) do everything possible to protect and restore their homes.

  665. I am the keeper of my family’s history. Thousands of pages of letters and diaries plus documents from the old country and Chicago past. I’ve read them all and have two blogs capturing my discoveries and insights of family and history (lindagartz.com). Some people would have just tossed all this old paper. What good is it? To melt cheese upon? Carol’s essay resonated with me on every level. It’s not living in the past to keep certain things. It’s bringing the past to life. Because my grandparents and parents refused to relegate their history to the trash heap of time, it will eventual reside in Chicago’s renowned research institution, The Newberry Library for future generations to follow a family throughout the twentieth Century and learn about the past–perhaps inform their future. Thank you for this poignant essay, capturing so much of the author’s being, losses, and memories she holds onto.

    • I think you’re right, we did all (do all?) know a boy like that. It’s heartbreaking, more so in hindsight. I think growing up is so fraught with its own perils that it’s difficult to pay attention to anything outside your own person. As an adult, as a mother, you can see the nuances much more clearly. Which sometimes makes it even more terrifying.

  666. It’s always fascinating to get a glimpse into the way someone else grew up, like pressing your face against a candy-store window. This was like smoking the candy cigarettes, a little bit illicit, a little naughty, but a treat all the same. Congratulations!

  667. Charise, what a powerful piece. I wasn’t expecting the focus to be on Joyce, but it was exactly what we, as readers, needed to get through the pain of your brother’s murder–which is exactly what you needed as well. To read the story of Russell and your family filtered through Joyce’s softened it just enough–just–to make the reader able to feel just a modicum of that wild fury you speak of. Just a grain or so. You humanized him through Joyce enough to make us hate him, not just as the murderer of your problem, but as a human as well. No easy feat. Congratulations on your honorable mention here.

  668. Tyler, first off, congratulations. This piece resonated, much like the ice itself. I love the idea of stories cracking, and even melting somewhat–at least enough to mix and meld with the next, to form something new. As you said, the myths and stories themselves are living things. But perhaps what I like best is learning of the everyday ordinariness of the Innuit myths–not filled with magic beyond what was available to all: courage, strength, belief, cunning and perhaps a healthy dose of luck, but instead of the things that make up all the days around us. It makes them so much more accessible–but maybe in the end that accessibility is what endangers them as well. Congrats again on a beautiful piece.

  669. A beautiful treatise on how our ‘things’ are woven through with emotion and memory, until it’s difficult to tell the difference between them sometimes. Until, as your dreams remind you, you are forced to. What an eloquent piece, Carol, and a well-deserved accolade. Congratulations!

  670. I really like how this author opened up with a beautiful quote from Anatole France “Until one has loved an animal, part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” I really felt that quote embedded into her article from start to finish in such a humble approach.

  671. As someone who doesn’t keep much– my daughter claims my motto could be “throw it out or melt cheese on it”– I loved the construction of the house of memory, the palace of life. Lovely, lovely essay.

  672. Funny is relatable and powerful. I discovered my “funny” writing voice for my memoir-and instantly felt power over the pain and shit.

  673. Melanie, this is such a powerful piece of story telling. Love your use of first person and your creation of the man as almost a shadow figure. A wonderful read. Bravo!

  674. Exquisite. May I just suggest that you cut that last paragraph as “…that which I’ve already poisoned” is so very powerful. Bravo! A joy to read.

  675. I remember being a reader for this piece and how much your rendering of this experience, the moments you chose to highlight (like the wasp smashing against the window, or the antics of your son) drew me in to your story. This is a wonderful essay, Sarah.

  676. What an engaging, incredible story. This is a part of the world I would never otherwise glimpse, and framing the constraints of apartheid in that pivotal time of change in South Africa against the metaphor of the captured dove is so beautifully done. Wonderful job, Gail!

  677. I am so sorry for what happened to you, Rick, and as another writer who found some release through telling the story (and other therapy), I applaud you for your courage and craft. This is a very well-told essay that does a wonderful job of condensing the scope and breadth of this ugly phenomenon, giving us the most keenly felt impressions. Very important piece.

    • Thank you
      I’m glad that you have also been able to recover, as much as any of us can.
      It was therapeutic to have my story told and out in the open.
      It did help me but when I wrote it that wasn’t my main reason.
      I had a step daughter and as I watched her grow I realized that although I couldn’t stop bad things from happening I could, by speaking out, perhaps help her not suffer through what became a deep, dark and evil secret.
      The silence nearly killed me.
      And those, like the bishop of Sault Sainte Marie, who continue, even under the disapproval of the Pope, to silence and ignore the victims, need to be called out and held accountable

  678. Hayli, this is magical. It’s poetry. Your visuals are stunning. I’ve never read anything quite like it. What a pleasure. I look forward to reading more from you.

    • Dominick – the attribution is added to the live page; thanks for letting us know that it wasn’t showing up on the page. Fixed now! Great shot; it complemented this story so well. Thank you for making your work available for others to use through Creative Commons. -DT, editor

  679. Love it! Things may not be so bad afterall for other couples with similar sleep habits! Glad you have found creative ways to deal with this…

  680. I absolutely love this piece! Charles Bukowski was amazing at being raw and real. Beautifully written and well said!

  681. Oh oh! I think you’re saying that I might have replaced on addiction with another! Great piece. I have to say that listening to people is its own reward.

    • “Over the top?” I would say it’s brave, and if you read her memoir, “No One Crosses the Wolf,” you will probably agree.

  682. I shouldn’t call myself a writer, because I can’t find the words to write to express how great this piece is. You are raw and real and unafraid. I love that!

    • Thanks, Martin. This is one of the hardest essays I’ve ever written. Striking the correct balance is always hard, but this one was particularly difficult.

  683. Wish I had known being a low-life was okay earlier in my life. It would have saved me a lot of time and energy. Thanks, Casey.

  684. Jesus, Casey. That’s fucking beautiful, man. Deep and painful, and beautiful. I need to go sob for a while.

  685. Gorgeous writing! The reading is done, but I’m still reverberating. Beautiful. And I’m sorry about your dad, regardless of how long ago he left….

    • Thank you, Sue. I appreciate the kind words. (Sorry I’m so late in my response. I didn’t scroll down to the comments section until now!

  686. For the first time, EVER, today I was asked if I could spare food. I was exiting McDonald’s. I caved and gave him one chicken nugget. I only had a four-piece, or maybe I would have spared two.

  687. This is hysterical. I love it. And can so relate to your dilemma. Hey — five bucks is five bucks. For me it’s every time I see someone with a sign and a dog. The dog is the clincher.

  688. So much to appreciate in such a short piece: honesty (and the places chosen to withhold it), humor and a way of bringing me right along with you into the tea shop through your descriptions. Thank you for sharing your too long tea!

  689. I had to do some good, deep breathing to get through this piece. Grief shared is not necessarily grief made easier, but there is comfort in seeing another’s broken places, unhidden. Thank you for sharing.

  690. Heartbreakingly beautiful, Sarah. Deeply moving to anyone who has experienced a premature loss. Thank you for these honest, lovely, loving words.

    • Thanks, man. You’ve been such a positive force for me, supporting my writing from the moment we were first spoke.

  691. I love the title thought it was going to be about a shy boy or girl but it was the rantings, thoughts of an undecided nation-who do we “help” when, why,why not and how much. Well done.

  692. This is a solid, necessary piece. I venture to guess that anyone who takes umbrage with what you say here is the same person who wouldn’t take perhaps your most salient point to heart– you get better by writing consistently, sure. But you continue to grow and, dare I say, become a “writer” when you are able to identify where your own weaknesses lie, and humbly seek help in order learn how to strengthen your writing. People should worry less about “looking the part” and more about filling the page. Well done.

    • “But you continue to grow and, dare I say, become a “writer” when you are able to identify where your own weaknesses lie, and humbly seek help in order learn how to strengthen your writing.” Stop saying things better than I said them! Haha. For real, you hit the nail on the head, and I’m so, so glad to read your words. Thank you.

  693. Brilliant writing. Seems like you’ll do ok.

    You stir up lots of thoughts, It’s a really nice piece that does that.

    1. I too would be incensed at a religion that would prevent my partner from saving my life. And I’d be incensed at my partner for being part of that. But then again, I”d never hook up with anyone that believed that. Which begs the question. Why was he with her? For myself and my own story, I have a hard time with family members who vote for candidates because they promote the rights of fetuses over the rights of their living breathing, ever so queer sibling. But I didn’t choose them and they didn’t choose me. So why was he with her?

    2. That’s idiotic. Blow jobs are not an inalienable right. Your father is a prick.

    3. Wow – at least he left when he realized he nearly killed your mother. Do people run FROM their own violence, or do they run TOWARD it? That matters a lot to me, and in my opinion your dad did the right thing. After nearly killing your mother, which was most definitely a horrible thing. Then again, maybe he just ran off because he realized he could have gone to jail if he’d actually killed her. That might be the more likely motive. Not the right thing at all. If the road to hell is paved with good intentions then is the road to heaven paved with bad intentions? You know him, I do not.

    On the sum of it, I gather that your father is probably is not what most people would consider “a good guy”, just like on the sum of it, neither was mine. Well actually mine was, but on the FACE of it, not on the sum of the facts. Patiently teaching me two point perspective when I was ten years old doesn’t make up for years of bugger. Maybe if my Dad had been your dad he’d have run off instead of sticking around to literally fuck up his kids.

    In a nutshell:

    People are so damn complicated.

  694. As a dog onwer, I was moved to tears. Your writing is eloquent. Just enough pathos and details. Nora was so real to me.

    • Nora you need to learn you cannot make generalizations about these situations while what this man did certainly isn’t right and is indeed STATUTORY rape you cannot call this man a rapist for all you know the girl gave full consent and I have heard of and seen first hand cases where these kinds of situations occur that the underage participant is fully understanding and consenting.

      • so do you just go trawling through posts that are nearly a year old looking for something to drop rape apology on or what

  695. I appreciate the support Lisa Johnson Mitchell and SL Wisenberg. It was a difficult story to put out into the world, but I’ve had no regrets.

  696. This story triggers so many memories of college and my single days in New York. Powerfully rendered. Thank you.

  697. I heard you read this at Hippocamp and have since emailed it to my father (who is a big flatulence fan) and several friends. I love this essay so much! You did a wonderful job!!

    • Hi, Hannah- First, HOW can it be that a MONTH has passed since Hippocamp?!? I’m embarrassed that I didn’t see your message for eons. But, thank you for taking the time to comment and to say such generous things! I haven’t met a dad yet who isn’t a big flatulence fan, which is both disturbing and comforting since I’m on the team. 😀 Tell your dad that I welcome him to the club!

  698. This piece seized my heart and my gut and gave me chills. It’s lack of resolution makes for a perfect ending. Fantastic (btw, Disqus is insisting that I post under my old name, Rachael Rosner, which I’ve changed to Rachael Marks. I’m in the August issue, too).

  699. Thank you Rich. I appreciate your comments. I’m happy that my daughter and her friends are starting college at a time when date rape is being discussed openly, both in the academic world and the press.

  700. This is an excellent piece. The reader can truly feel the range of emotions, yet the writing is well done and not trite. In addition, this is an important read given the many similar incidents on college campuses today.

  701. I felt you relaxing me with your words. This is a subject I’m terrified of, and you made it make sense. I love it.

  702. Wonderful story. My family is biracial as well. My wonderful white partner (now my ex) had her daughter with her black husband and then decided she was gay. So my stepdaughter had several issues to deal with. We kept hearing “is she adopted?” then after the next intake of breath they would pause and say “Oh. Oh.”

  703. It takes talent to hold a reader on the topic of split ends. The things we obsess over. Still, you’re right. In the grand scheme of things, “hair picking” is pretty benign. This was fun read.

  704. does comedy clubs help you to unwind; since we live in such a wired society where you can’t be yourself and let your hair down? A chance to not take yourself so seriously?

    • That’s pretty much it. Comics are the only people I’ve found around whom I can totally be myself (super weird and silly) and not worry about offending someone or being embarrassed. And they’re the only people who act this way, too, being totally themselves and not taking anything seriously. Everyone else has some kind of agenda in life; comics ONLY want to get a laugh.

  705. This is an excellent commentary, so often massage therapists sit in this weird space where boundaries are fluid and we don’t know how to deal or what to do. Thanks for writing this 😀

  706. Wonderful secret and wonderful article, Kim. And now the secret is out, so close the shades. I can’t remember if you danced in Toronto. Maybe a little? I miss my dance partner of 42 years and dancing makes me feel that absence. And dancing alone is deep soul work. Third to last paragraph touches on this–beautifully and lightly. Thank you.

  707. Best comment ever. Actually, I was so serious about this idea that I wrote a tiny business plan and went to SCORE, where I was thoroughly discouraged from starting this business. My business mentor was a Debbie Downer, but I believed him. I was very young.

  708. Sarah is such a true person, no b.s. going on. I’m anxious to read her book which sounds fascinating. I also applaud her for writing what she sees as a character’s ‘truth’ even if others doubt that. Good Q&A!

    • Thanks so much, Susan, for your wonderful words. It was a pleasure to interview Sarah! -Lori M. Myers

  709. Thank you for this review. I just read this book and saw that it is much more nuanced than the popular press it has been getting. It is not, as some have suggested, a screed against having children. It is an invitation to learn of, and maybe consider, a life in which traditional marriage and parenthood are not at the center. It helps to answer the question of what then IS the center, or whether a center is required. I share a little of your skepticism, but then, no one’s story is universal, or meant to be.

  710. Well, Hello Peter, friend and classmate, I’ve lost contact with!
    I had no idea of your health problems.
    Glad to see you are well now!
    You’re handsome as ever!
    BTW 30ish Class Reunion is coming up in July. Look me up on fb. There’s a reunion page on there too.

  711. God, that’s a hard hit. I know that place. I don’t like knowing other people share it, but hearing how you get through it is powerful. Thank you.

  712. An essay bordering on prose poetry, with wood as a metaphor, from a writer who lives well north of the Arctic Circle, in a land without trees…. And an essay with an ending that will resonate with writers from all latitudes.

  713. Wow Jeff.. So much of what you wrote hit home for me as I felt like I relived my mom’s story 6 years ago. Beautiful, heartfelt and so true to the end of life experience. Thanks for sharing the love and loss

  714. Wow, I’m in love worth this piece, John. The voice. The darkness. You’re in incredible writer. This is something I’ll read again and again to learn.

  715. What an amazing piece of writing, John. It took hold of me and would not let go. I feel privileged to have had the opportunity to read it. Standing ovation here! Bravo!

  716. Love this, like a graduation speech for folks of a different age. We still need this type of advice/reflection, don’t you think? It should not be reserved for the coeds.

  717. Every place you mention, every station, every port, every mission (including just missing out on recovering a space capsule) brings back memories to this old Navy guy. Your dad is lucky to have you to publish this very complimentary and honest remembrance. I am trying to leave enough clues around to make the job easier for my son and grandkids.
    John Matthews

  718. you are a rock star! every word filled with emotion and truth and love. thank you for sharing your story.

  719. Congratulations, John Branscum, on a story that feels like a mini-legend of sorts. This piece, this writing … with moments like this: “He tunes into his surroundings.

    The electric generator rhythmically thumping like a wet towel smacking metal, the crickets chirping, the groaning of the trailer as it slowly sinks into the earth as all things must. And then there it is again! A woman’s voice. Whispering his name. He strokes my mother’s cheek to see if she’s awake. She’s not.”–I was proud to have read it. Really stunning work.

  720. I remind you that many famous people in Russia are graduates of orphanages

    • Lydia Ruslanova singer.

    • Nina Ruslanova actress.

    • Stanislav Sadalsky actor.

    Heroes of the Soviet Union Alexander Matrosov, Simon Village, Tsaplin Paul (who died in Spain). They fought against Hitler fascism.

    • Valentin Dikul, circus artist, a doctor.

    Gezalov Alexander, head except for “Balance”. >>> Author of the autobiographical book “Salt childhood”

    • Anatoly Pristavkin, writer, advisor to the President of the Russian Federation. The book “slept Golden Cloud”

    • Victor Astafjevs, writer,

    • Nikolai Hubenko. Minister of Culture of Russia.

    • Nikolai Rubtsov, the poet,

    • Alexander Doroshenko, a champion of the Paralympic Games for disabled in Athens

    • Ruben David Gonzalez Gallego, pisatel.laureatom Booker Prize for his novel “White on Black”

    • Denis Rogov, “The pupil first orphanage, then a correctional school, and finally boarding, he grew an amazing man – well studied all 12 years old, writes music, sang with Montserrat Caballe, met with the Pope, and now a student of the Institute of Mathematics and Far Eastern State University of Computer Science. ”

    • Anatoly Efimenko, a cleric of the Assumption Cathedral in Smolensk, the head of the Missionary Department of the Smolensk diocese, Fr.

    It is impossible to enumerate all the famous people who have been brought up in an orphanage. A lot of people in Russia.

  721. You should know that Russia is against the use of alternative therapies to Russian children. United States has not shown great results in treating our children. Western Europe makes it more successful and more humane than the United States. Your cries of polls FASD among Russian orphans are not the truth. If you have problems with the treatment and education of Russian children … you had to adopt American children with cerebral palsy or Down syndrome. There are many orphans in the United States. You want to blame Russia and show the world that you are an American saint? You know how many homeless people in the United States? You know how many orphans in the United States? In Russia was a default and economic crisis ….. What happened in the United States if such high juvenile crime and so many orphans in the United States? You have adopted Peter and six months later the boy was enuresis and encopresis in the United States. You loved him, these 6 months or angry that the child has FAS? The body of the child reacted to your frustration and anger. Your book has literary value, but this book has no medical value. When Peter finally will be in a psychiatric clinic ….. your book will be quite impaired, because the successful promotion and socialization of children with FASD is not uncommon. Mad house for a foster child ………… is very poor results in the adoption and treatment. What is your favorite Dr. Federici receive additional negative points. You adopt a child to raise it but not to write a book and PR.

  722. You should know that Russia is against the use of alternative therapies to Russian children. The United States has not shown great results in treating our children. Western Europe makes it more successful and more humane than the United States. Your cries of polls FASD among Russian orphans are not the truth, and the truth. If you have trouble … I had to adopt American children with cerebral palsy or Down syndrome. There are many orphans in the United States. You want to blame Russia and show the world that you are an American saint? You know how many homeless people in the United States? You know how many orphans in the United States? In Russia was a default and economic crisis ….. What happened in the United States if such high juvenile crime and so many orphans in the United States? You have adopted Peter and six months later the boy was enuresis and encopresis in the United States. You loved him, these 6 months or angry that the child has FAS? The body of the child reacted to your frustration and anger. Your book has literary value, but this book has no medical value as well as all the books sadistic Nancy Thomas. When Peter finally will be in a psychiatric clinic ….. your book will be quite impaired, because the successful promotion and socialization of children with FASD is not uncommon. Mad house for a foster child ………… is very poor results in the adoption and treatment. What is your favorite Dr. Federici receive additional negative points.

  723. This was painful to read, but nature (human and otherwise) isn’t always kind. Such a brave, hard-hitting, honest piece. Thank you.

  724. Beautiful and devastating. I was just discussing this subject with a close friend– the pain we know we will feel if/when this happens to our own parents. You’ve articulated it with grace and courage. Thank you.

  725. I giggled my lunch break away! I always enjoy humor, especially balanced with all the heavy, shockingly telling lines that your prose seems to gravitate to. This is wonderful!

  726. Terrific piece! I’m really impressed by how you were able to convey the deep fear, and evoke the feeling in this (non-parent) reader. Great job!

  727. Really great writing, and such a universal, relatable story. Great job of infusing the writing — even early on — with a hint of the loss to come. A fine piece!

  728. What a lovely piece, Amanda. You answer the age-old question, “Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?” I enjoyed reading this very much.

  729. DAMN!!!!! This is a fantastic piece of writing, Rocky. Absolutely fantastic. So glad you’ve shared this with the world!!! Beautiful.

  730. Such beautiful writing this is, Lynn! you give new meaning to the word Survivor. Do keep it up!

  731. I can’t understand how cheesecake on a stick could have failed to make millions. Did you really give it a proper chance?

  732. I suppose that when one does the sort of research that I do (on individuals living in subsistence)and also am the sort of person that I am (cynical, sarcastic, skeptical, etc.), that when I think about communist/Utopian/etc. movements, it becomes easy to dismiss the population at Envision as wanna-be revolutionaries that have neither the skill nor will to ever be impactful. So I have to careful to fight off my instincts, and realize that one only considers only the outcome, and not the journey, then one misses the point (well, at least a part of it). Thus, here’s to the next uncomfortable journey, for which I’m sure that you are now better-equipped than you were prior to this experience.

  733. And thank you for writing something different from the normal stuff everyone writes about. Refreshing

  734. Very resonant…the “changing room” is such an apt setting. I write this as I get ready to surrender to the gray hair tomorrow. I will be thinking of this essay while my old dyed color gets snipped away.

  735. I am a white mother of a biracial adopted daughter..she is ten……there is a black boy at school who regularly uses the term Nigga….her black friends say that its ok to say that..but only if you are black..she asks me what it means and I don’t have an answer for any of it..she asks me if she is black enough to use that word and not get in trouble..she looks half, but she is one quarter and half mexican……I don’t have an answer for that one either, but tell her that I wouldn’t want to use a word that wasn’t ok for everyone to use……these are not the same conversations that other mothers have with their children

  736. I say do what makes you feel good. If it’s a face-lift and lipo-suction, go for it. And I, too, wish I could have been the daughter to take my mother to live with me when she got ill.

  737. this is brilliant work. the kind of thing that makes you want to re-read. precision of language. a literary feast.

  738. Happy birthday. Your piece resounded with me because 4/20 is my wedding anniversary. It was not until after we chose the date (it was between that and the week before which was Friday 13th that year) that we found out about Hitler, Columbine and other connections. We got married April 20, 2001 on the 17th floor of a building with a panoramic view of our beloved NYC skyline. Looking north we could see the Chrysler building and the Empire State. Looking south, we could see the Twin Towers. For us, NYers, the significance of April 20 that year was obliterated five months later on September 11. I am grateful that I have not only my anniversary to remember on that day, but also a memory of that intact skyline, on a day that I get to remember for reasons other than hate and fear.

  739. Wow, what an incredible journey by incredible people with incredible faith. Thank you so very much for sharing!!!

  740. Your story made me laugh out loud. I was honestly think your character was going to confess to being gay and the you switch it on me! I love how owning a motorcycle is something to worry about!

  741. three years later: thanks for taking the time to read my work and the comment. I’m very new to this.

  742. There’s a reason it’s called faith and not fact. I feel as you do about being at one with the Universe in nature. This is a beautifully written piece, Leslie. I’m sorry you still carry the pain of your religious disagreement with your father. There are as many paths to “God” as there are people on the planet and He really doesn’t care which one you take. Passing under the shade of a tall pine or majestic oak works for me.

    • Disagree. And that’s why Christians have such a bad rap. Scripture, which is God’s Word, which is God’s will,
      specifically, as Jesus stated: … tells us there is only ONE way to the Father, and that is through Him, the son.
      Like it or not. It’s not a smorgasbord of pick and choose. But, again, your choice.

  743. Lynn – you give me strength in sharing my own story someday. You write beautifully…
    Have you ever heard of Vipassana meditation? Teacher S.N. Goenka himself had incurable migrane headaches. This meditation practice cured him of those completely… Read a bit about him here: http://bit.ly/1JLQ9DE

  744. Very useful article for writers who’ve “been around awhile” and also for my students…may I copy and use as a handout?

  745. Maggie, you are a beautiful writer. You wove these two stories together with such a deft touch, like the weaving of fine lace. I was very moved by this piece. Lovely work.

  746. Really, really too bad you eschew poetry — as some things can be poetically condensed easier and more potently than an essay. And I did not KNOW that (no poetry) until after I sent one for submission. After all, your designation of “creative nonfiction” does cover poetry. In the future, be more concise, please. Just add “No poetry” to your submissions listings.
    Saves everyone the rejection.

  747. I guess I don’t get it. I don’t see the “need” for, nor understand the trauma. It was a thing that happened. I was molested by an uncle when I was eleven. So what? All it did was jump start my interest in my sexuality, but — I live, I breathe. No problem. Had an affair with a married woman. Now, a celibate gay. So what? I’m retired. Still love sex, always have, always will — but not without love, thank you. A real boy scout. And it’s been years and years since I’ve been with anyone.
    So what? You can’t have what you never meet. Str8 or gay. (And I’m a very str8 type guy; and a serious Christian.) Unless you want to settle for far, far less, like so many do. Sorry, sex is a gift and a treasure, to be used wisely, cherished — not given out like tossed salad. But, to each their own.
    (Nor do I get the “Just sayin'” — You already said it.)

    • It’s interesting how we all experience things differently.
      One of the main reasons to write is to touch someone enough that they start a conversation from the monologue that was the story.

      • Indeed, not to disparage nor dismiss your reactions to what happened. We are wired differently. Maybe if I hadn’t been beaten half to death by own father, and been raised calmly and in a loving environment it might have affected me differently. And it was a favorite uncle, not a stranger; I didn’t like it, and he stopped, didn’t force the issue. But yeah, it raised questions. But I never felt it was a problem. Only what my father and stepmother did/didn’t do kept me in therapy for years and years after. The uncle was just a bump in the road. What was even worse was my great love affair — a woman who introduced me to the occult and weird spiritualism/spiritual seeking. Which left me an emotional wreck a full thirty years after, even after I rebecame a Christian. Things like the Amityville Horror do exist; only I had just a mild dose… and a little can go a very long way — like your encounter, I suppose. But have no desire to write about it.

  748. Well-written, and heart-touching. But alas,I cannot comprehend, all that intelligence, all that learning… which willfully leads to a dead end. Would think at the minimum you might have read the scriptures and sought out the truth for yourself. But that is your choice. And when you reach the final gate, there is no turning back to do it over, or make a different choice. Eternity is a long, long time. But that is our destiny: all the choices of free will dropped in our laps to be dealt with. Only once done, it’s done. Sifting through the ashes for what?

  749. I’ve been tinkering with a piece that just didn’t feel right. An editor asked to read it, but I never sent it to her because it was “an echo of something I already did, but haven’t gotten out of my system yet.” Bingo. You put into words my struggle the past few weeks. Thank you! Now I can move on.

  750. Your writing always touches me and I’m grateful for every piece that Rosemary shares with me. You know intimately something very few wish to consider. Thank you for putting words to your wisdom.

  751. This is a story I’ve been following for a few years and I’m so proud of you, Rick, for your courage and wisdom and humility. The story is beautifully written and I hope it will be widely distributed so other wounded kids can benefit from your restraint and honesty. Congratulations!!!!

  752. Rick this must be a wonderful release for you, thank you for sharing it with us. And hats of too your writing, hard to believe that it was only a few years ago you you did your first workshop, Bravo…

  753. PLEASE NOTE: I’ve invited the bishop of Sault Set. Marie, who acted like a stereotypical used car salesman, no offence to any used car sales people, when I first approached him about my assault.
    I was eventually able to forgive the priest but this bishop still needs to ask for forgiveness.
    I doubt he ever will ( is arrogance one of the 7 deadly sins?).
    He probably won’t comment but he may troll them.
    Just sayin’

  754. Lively descriptions combined with thoughtful observations. An excellent and engaging essay that describes the experience of venturing into the unknown ,the unexpected and even the uncomfortable. Highly recommended!

  755. This is a powerful story, and the writer tells it bravely, digging deep and not pulling punches. It can’t have been an easy memoir to write, nor to share. How heartbreaking, the innocence too soon lost and the devastating personal consequences, yet there’s also, ultimately, understanding and redemption here. The past can’t be reversed or entirely forgotten, as that gut-wrenching last line shows, but time returned to him determination, clarity, hope. This will resonate with many readers. Beautifully written.

  756. This essay/story touches all its topics beautifully, delicately, straightforwardly, with an enormous heart, and it makes all the run-of-the-mill confessionals pale by comparison. Its author is just who I’ve been looking for – the poet of 30something creative women who did not do all the conventional things. Bonus, she handles each sentence like it’s wrought gold. Thank you for this wonderful work.

  757. A poignant story told in such a compelling way – no histrionics, none on
    the anger I felt simmering in myself as I read it. Best of all, I
    really appreciated the undercurrents and layers of personal redemption
    and transformation; the hard-won depths of self-knowledge and peace
    really shine through in the tone. Lovely – I look forward to more from
    this author.

  758. I love how JT weaves the story of vastly different scenes of death – movies in a graveyard with that of her own very close, heartbreaking experience with death. Her talent at painting a descriptive picture made it feel like I was watching Casablanca in the cemetery and sipping on cheap wine with her. It’s touching, well written prose.

  759. “We all should be as upset as he is. ” Thank you for making this brave statement. I wonder sometimes who are the crazy ones – people who don’t vocalize their feelings about how the world is falling apart around us, or those that do. Thanks for painting this picture that really resonated with me.

  760. “Up ahead, I see her, sitting on the edge of the shore, arms and legs still stretching toward the ocean. Waves lick her toes. Wind blows her long hair away from her face. She looks like a sandpiper about to lift off into the sky.” Fantastic lines. I’m a sucker for a lyric piece about a daughter, and this one is absolutely beautiful. Nicely done.

  761. Add my voice to the chorus of praise, Jayne. I recall this piece as a reader, as many aspects reminded me of my checkered but utterly committed relationship with my own mother. Each image feels important in this essay, and I love the HUMAN landscape of it all, broken but beautiful. As so many others say below, this is emotive but spare, vivid writing that is, IMO, perfectly honed. Beautiful, heartbreaking piece.

  762. I love that the positive messaging spread from just you and your daughter to her siblings, too. How beautiful.

  763. Jocelyn, I enjoyed this piece so much. You’ve masterfully woven these many threads together and the resultant image is beautiful. I’m a horsewoman, too. I never get over the honor of this amazing creature allowing me to climb onto his back and then carrying me as I ask. Your father is such a rich and interesting character. Thank you for sharing this part of his story, and yours.

  764. This was great, I think so many people can relate to this…..the pain of letting go of someone and the double pain of imagining the new person that they are with (or not even imagining, but actually seeing it…..) Wonderful writing 🙂

  765. This piece just reached into my chest and yanked out my heart. How beautifully you have woven together all these threads. Lovely work. My very best to you, Stacey.

  766. Moving and beautifully crafted. You always inspire me, Wendy. “…an old Polaroid come to life.” That is one memorable phrase.
    Thank you!

  767. What an interesting Polaroid of a moment in time. There is some wonderful texture in this piece through your use of the senses, and you capture a very real sense of movement. I could feel the train rocking on the tracks.

  768. Thank you for this glimpse on your father. Of interest was your feeling that you did not know him, because I felt I understood him quite well upon reading this piece. But then, clearly he was an introvert and so am I. I was charmed by his dedication to his art and his work ethic. The camel coat he made you — how happy it must have made him to see how you loved it. I also enjoyed the way you wove the information about tailoring throughout the essay. This is a great piece of writing and I enjoyed it very much.

  769. Wendy, this is so beautiful. I felt myself floating on the gentle waves of your remarkable voice being warmed by the sun’s rays. I could have stayed there forever. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

    • Thanks so much. And thanks to everyone for such wonderful comments. As a writer, the best compliment is hearing that someone found beauty in the words you wrote down. Truly. Thank you.

  770. As someone with a parent who also was an accomplished, European seamstress, this piece wholly resonated with me–the connection of craft and style to the structure of a parent’s personality and outlook. This is a memorable one for me.

  771. I loved this piece when I read it for our journal, and I love it once again upon re-reading today. A beautiful, grounded yet lyrical essay that has been one of my favorite reads for HM.

    • Wow. Thank you Pamela, and everyone else, for your sweet sentiments about this essay. Your thoughtful remarks are deeply, deeply appreciated.

  772. Memories are what remain after the tide changes. Beautifully said. An elegant, nostalgic, hopeful essay.

  773. Enjoyed your piece — nice descriptions that really evoked the era. Sense of foreboding built up until I finally realized why. Well done!

  774. Beautifully written, gorgeous essay. Love your writing. The willingness to start over is so powerful.

  775. This is a beautiful essay, Wendy, it wasn’t long before I found myself feeling like I was eavesdropping, walking just a few steps behind you on the beach. I applaud the work you must have done to be able to get to a place of such generosity and kindness when it comes to describing what you see when you see your ex-husband on the beach during a visit with his daughter, many could not describe a moment as such with the balance and solid ground you’ve written from. Well done, Wendy.

  776. Your
    sand dollar essay is really lovely! I love the details! Makes me feel
    like I am there, sitting in the sand watching them.

    • Guest – yes indeed; we’re referring to the story image in the image credit line, the one of the city from the mountain (We don’t put image credit in caption because we don’t want to take away from story). But nice author photo! 🙂

      • Thanks HipMag! Besides being a great writer, she’s an all around lovely person, and so fun to photograph.

  777. Jayne, words can not express how I felt after reading this, all I can say is I feel your pain, I went through almost the same thing with my Mom, and couldnt get to her in time, none of us know why these things take place, this really hit home for me….

    • It took me a long time to gain enough clarity to write about this and I hoped others would find a little bit of themselves in my story. Thank you.

  778. Great job with this, Joanne. Despite the particular details of your story, it hints at some universal aspects of every mother daughter relationship. Can’t wait to read the whole memoir!

  779. Great bait-and-switch. Loved this line, too: “They’re divorced, but together in the sense that they never allow their kids to pick up a check.”

  780. I just adore and love this essay. I read it awhile back as a reader for Hippo and I’ve just never forgotten it. We are so lucky to be able to publish it!

  781. Thanks for sharing, George. As someone who’s trying to quit (and who wishes desperately that both of his parents would), I get it all too well.

  782. If you are willing to admit this, I wonder what other secrets you have to tell? I can’t wait to read them!!!

  783. How can I commend this piece other than to say that I didn’t read it, I lived it. My heart tightened, my throat constricted, I forgot to breath, and I remembered.

  784. You had me from the start, Jody, and held me all the way to the end. Great opener, great descriptions with a tinge of self-deprecation all the way through, too. I enjoyed the read. I did a little online dating recently, but it was nothing like this. No heat, all serious get-to-know you earnestness. I also quit pretty quickly when I realized I didn’t want to put forth the energy required for face-to-face. Online and face-to-face–so different, in my experience and apparently in yours.

    • Yes! Online dating IS so much less work because…well, maybe, just maybe because we’re only called upon to use our brains and not the rest of our bodies. Or maybe because fantasy is always easier than reality. I appreciate your kind words!

  785. This is wonderful, Alex. It has such heart. I could see every scene as if in a movie with a voice over. Your transitions were seamless and that’s a tough thing to pull off. Really great work and a very enjoyable read.

  786. I’ve been working with a student in the Writing Center who is writing an argument paper on why online dating is a bad idea; her premise is that online “heat” doesn’t always translate to face-to-face “heat.” Great essay.

  787. Excellent essay, Jody! I really enjoyed reading it. I loved “bring the heat” – hilarious! You are way better off with Jon!

  788. What a great read! Truly enjoyed how you captured the waves of hope and doubt, shock and despair. Well done!! I look forward to reading more from you.

  789. It’s difficult to type this with tears in my eyes, wobbly fingers and the love I have for Jayne Martin for sharing this exquisite, personal, piece of her heart. Incredible. Brava!

  790. I really enjoyed your essay, George. My grandfather smoked Marlboro’s every day of my life until he died, no accident that he loved that brand since he was a huge John Wayne fan. My grandmother chose Winstons, the working woman’s ciggs, and my mother stuck with Vantage. My father must have smoked my mother’s brand, though he quit when I was in 7th grade and I can’t remember him ever smoking. When I reach back into memories from my childhood, I see beanbag ashtrays and smell the nicotine and peppermint that wafted out of my mother’s purse when I dug around for spare change. My grandmother used to fall asleep in her chair with her cigg in her hand while my sister and I laid on the carpet in front of the TV, propping ourselves up on elbows, and watched late night episodes of the Twilight Zone. We worried over her ash but never bothered to catch it. No one in my family smokes these days. Thanks for bringing me back to the days of my youth–cigarettes can’t be all bad, tied up as they are with the memories of people that we love.

  791. Congratulations on your first published piece, Philip. When I was in high school, I wish I’d known that boys felt the same insecurities as we girls did. This is a wonderful piece. You’ve captured and expressed all the feelings so well and the inner dialogue is spot. Good job!

    • Thank you very much, Jayne. I’m glad you enjoyed reading it, and I appreciate your thoughtful comments.

  792. The pacing of this piece had my heart pounding. You created a story in Technicolor and 3D. A thrilling ride for the reader, not so much for this young girl who could have so easily been me at that age. Great read, Debbie!

  793. Jenny, this is a total delight from beginning to end. You captured these characters so beautifully in their dialogue, and made me hungry along the way. I would love to meet your Miss Ellie. Thank you for a great read. 🙂

  794. Good God, that’s powerful writing and courageous too. I feel like I need someone to put their arms around me right now and I am not sure if it’s the mother or the child side of me that needs to be held.

  795. I love this: “…some of us have stumbled into old age accidentally; we are the ones
    surprised by our condition every morning staring in our mirror, while
    others were always headed there.” Like you, I am one of the stumblers. A delightful read, Doug.

  796. Awesome read! Reminds me of a night from my teenage years haha. It’s very nice to finally see your work teach; thank you for all the help you’ve given me at Tunxis and never stop writing. Can’t wait to read about your teenage years.

  797. I could envision every scene. Such a beautifully-written piece and a delightful read. I transformed from a city girl to a country girl in 1993 and have never looked back. And yes, there is nothing quite so soul-wrenching as the sound of the calves being taken from their mothers.

  798. What a fun piece. You set a scene that was easy to imagine and your dialogue captured each character really well.
    Hey, you’ve gotta take some chances in life. I don’t like to fly either, but I don’t hesitate to jump onto the back of a 1500-pound horse that could buck me off and stomp me into the ground if he wanted to. So good for you, Tyler. And your mom sounds pretty cool, too.

  799. So beautifully written. The piece is a interesting combination of watching someone you love slowly pass away and the comparison of how badly this region is treated to denying someone’s obvious signs of abuse. Very well done. You are an amazing writer.

  800. This is so raw and honest. Love how you’ve structured the piece to tell the story. I was immediately captivated and held by your tale till the end. All-too-familiar material written with a wonderfully unique touch. My “stalking days” were pre-Internet, but all the same feelings came up for me. Loved this, Amanda. Bravo!

  801. George, this is wonderful. I loved how you’ve woven bits from history and literature through this piece. I could smell the lighter fluid and recall it spilling onto my fingers when I would refill whatever fashion-forward lighter I was carrying at the time. My mother smoked Pall Malls. Then Tareytons. There was no surgeon general to bum us out back then and as a teenager, I was free to smoke around the house. I believe I was 16 when I was given a carton of Spring in my Christmas stocking. No shit.
    I never became a heavy smoker because whenever I would get up to even three or four a day, I would always get a cold. Finally, at 30, I lit a cigarette and got hit with a cold within minutes. It was total aversion therapy. I’ve never been able to stand the smell since then. Thank you for this most enjoyable read.

  802. Jody, I totally get this. I’ve done it so many times, not on the Internet because most of my “dating” was before that time, but creating imaginary relationships with men who were emotionally unavailable. This piece zipped along with impeccable pacing and held me from word one. A most enjoyable read. Congrats on finally finding “the one.” I never did.

  803. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this. The essay communicated so well the attractions and complications of living in the French countryside, as well as the charm of les vaches. I thought for sure that the narrator would save the cows and that a resumption of harmonious relations would follow. Ah well, no such redemption. Though it makes the story all the more real, and wry.

  804. This is a brilliantly crafted, painfully emotional rumination on the power of loss. Difficult to read, yet beautiful and memorable. Thank you, Jayne, for reminding us of the enduring significance of our relationships with our mothers.

  805. You made me cry, especially with that last line. My mother died at 67. I do feel lucky to have had her for that long.

  806. Beautiful work, Jayne. The death of a parent is difficult at any age and even more so for a teenager. Thanks for sharing this.

  807. Jayne, there are so many little details in here that made this piece stand out to me, but that one that struck me hardest was the notion that you didn’t get the chance at 19 to be the ‘selfish, ungrateful’ child. And by virtue of losing your mother, you would never get that chance. Part of growing up is necessarily and purposefully separating yourself from your parent and by far, the easiest way to do that it to temporarily blind yourself to everything good about that parent. To indulge in the practice of temporary selfishness and ungratefulness. As sad as the loss of your mother was (and the sadness all these years later still comes through loud and clear), the loss of your 19 year old self’s right to practice that selfishness as a rite of passage comes through as well. My heart aches for that still young child who needed her mother. Lovely work, Jayne.

    • Thank you, Dina. It took me 40 years to make peace with that time and be able to write about it, and was very cathartic when I finally did. I so appreciate your kind words.

  808. Just got round to reading this Dina.
    It is a beautiful account of such a difficult and painful realisation. X

    • Thank you Nichola. I think we all have that realization at one point or another, whatever the circumstances may be. It’s probably one of the hardest things about grown up.

    • Hahahaha!! Alaska. I second that, Frank. I didn’t include in the essay that I was violently ill for two days because of something that I ate or drank. Damn Montezuma!! I just think that vomit isn’t very conducive to honeymooning.

  809. Thanks for sharing this Prof. Carmack. It was a great read! I can definitely see your technique, voice, and incorporating the “threes.” I’ll be sharing with my mother.

  810. Elane, you really know how to paint a picture for your readers! I feel sorry for the new bride. She has created a life of silent torment for herself. I want to know why! I realize that’s not the important detail here, but you left me wanting more. The sign of an excellent writer my friend!

    • Hi, Diane-
      Thank you for the generous comments! Trust me when I say that I feel sorry for my ridiculous young self too, but I really had no business getting married at that age. I would love to know how so many of my friends–you included–were able to navigate the changes in maturity so that you have stayed married to your first love. I’ve thought of doing a survey, so I’ve got to get on it! You’re on my list. 😀

  811. Another intriguing story Elane! Was captivated from the start! The description of the scenery and location were vivid, and really helped paint the canvas for the story.
    I felt sympathy for the woman for not being able to marry the man she loved, but also felt the husband was not to blame for not being the man she needed him to be.
    At the end when her sickness vanished and she realized how the trip was going to end, it had me looking for a 2nd chapter so I could find out too!

    • Hi, Alice-
      You are completely right that that poor guy was really blameless. It’s difficult to own how little I knew about maintaining a successful relationship. And, boy, did I think I knew it ALL! I’ve been thinking of that 2nd chapter too, and you’ve given me a nice kick in the pants to actually write the thing. Thank you!

  812. I know those streets you talk about, the dried up hills that are so close by. Walking out the front door and we could almost reach up and touch the Peak, the field full if daisies always a constant reminder if times past, I am now close to 50 and I too played in the field of daisies, stickers from tumbbleeeds all up in my socks, we climbed the hill aways trying to reach the top. Some of us did and some , well we just couldn’t make it .Not because we didn’t want to but because the illnesses that were inside..

  813. Wow. I miss Gar. Never knew him, except through this story. Gar sounds electric and inspirational. I had my first male teacher in grade four. It was Mr. Ibbott’s first year of teaching. I must have sensed that, so I gave him such a hard time, by being rambunctious in class. By the end of Mr. Ibbott’s first month teaching, he had enough of my shenanigans and I will never forget being lifted up, against the cloakroom wall, by my shirt and having my fourth grade teacher scream into my face. I believe, I became a quiet, hard-working student immediately,.after that. I put Mr. Ibbott to the test and gave him a challenge. In return, he taught me, that I needed to respect him, whether I wanted to or not. Years later, Mr. Ibbott became Principal of my elementary school. And I have since, never needed to put another teacher to the test, quite like that again.

  814. This story breaks my heart. Your strength to not only persevere, but rise above your circumstances by sharing your story with such honesty and vividness inspires me. Your beautiful and powerful writing humbles me.

  815. Blown away by the creative form you used to tell the story, the way you used form. I agree with Lisie…the reversal of expectations really caught me. Love it.

  816. I am struck by the image of the squirrel repeatedly hurling itself into the air and then the next line: “What else to do with pain?” A metaphor, surely.

  817. Wonderful writing. Clear and direct with space for the reader to have their own emotional experience, rather than being told how to feel.

  818. Really well-paced. I felt like you were writing this piece the way your husband cooks — by feel. The flow was perfection. A very enjoyable read.

  819. I love how, even writing as an adult, you were able to tell this story through the narrative of your 4th grade voice. I can’t recall a single teacher who made any impression on me. You’re very fortunate. It’s a wonderful piece.

  820. Krista, I heard your voice throughout this piece as if I was sitting next to you as you spoke these words. It’s wonderfully good writing.

  821. Wonderful, Krista, I feel I know your husband much better, and your relationship together sounds so supportive and loving. Bravo

  822. I feel that that little girl. I’ve been that little girl. Not exactly in the same way, but dysfunctional families take many forms and the weight put on the shoulders of young ones not equipped to understand or carry such weight can stay with us for life. Lovely work, Dina.

    • Thank you, Jayne. It wasn’t until I was much, much older that I understood the power of that particular time and how much sway it held over me. To tell the truth, I don’t know if even as a middle aged adult I could tell you if I truly understand it. But I’ve been writing about it for decades. This was the penultimate piece in releasing the writing demons. I hope!

      • Marion Roach gave me a wonderful piece of advice about memoir: “Write the version you can live with.” It helped me tremendously in my decades-long struggle to understand the events of the day my mother died because, of course, we can never fully remember or fully understand. We do the best we can with the information and understanding that we have and that’s how we make peace with it.

        • Good advice, Jayne. I had a memoir professor in college who gave me the one piece of advice that I always try to follow. She advised us to “write the word you need to write”. The example she used to clarify her point was the word ‘sh*t.”, meaning that sometimes coming up with gentle easy ways to say things just confuses what you’re trying to say. Finding the balance between writing the (subjective) truth and writing the version you can live with can be a tightrope at times. When you reach the other side however, it’s totally worth it.

  823. I enjoyed the humor in this piece. The pacing spoke volumes about your interior life at that time. You were right to take the dog back. Maybe you’re a cat person.

  824. What a tale. I must admit I felt sorry for the poor bastard — until he wouldn’t kill the cockroach. Yep. That’s a deal-breaker. Although, I’m perfectly capable of killing or relocating any such vile creature, the fact that a man would go screaming to the bathroom over such a thing would have me wondering what he’d do if we were in real danger. I’m glad you got your happy ending, Elane.

    • Hi, Jayne-
      Hahaha!! I’m so sorry that it took this long to reply (I could not get my responses to post to save my life!), but I laughed so loud that I woke my sleeping husband, who did not appreciate my mirth one bit. Now, you remind me of my mother who thought that I was completely lame for not being able to kill a silly roach. She would crunch the things with her bare foot. Gaaaackkkk. Unfortunately, you are right that the roach incident was indicative of future responses to danger. We are both mighty fortunate that “we” didn’t work out.

  825. You took a leap of faith. Good for you. I moved to L.A. with my boyfriend of just a couple of months back in the 70s. When you’re young is the time to do such things. Wishing you all the best.

  826. So beautiful. So lyrical. The imagery is perfection. And the courage with which you share intimate details is amazing. Brava!

    • Hi, Heather- Well, stop that! (Except the Italian. I’ll take Italian praise any time.) I had not considered the idea of having “courage” in sharing intimate details until I read your post. That assessment means a lot to me. It’s dang hard to put ourselves out there as writers, especially writers of nonfiction. The truth is that I am pretty crappy sometimes, like I’m certain everyone is. I feel much less alone to know that other people screw up too; plus I’m relieved that my pursuit of perfection is a waste of energy that I can let go.

  827. And you wrote about it wonderfully. I experience this all the time on the roads here in my rural neighborhood and it always saddens me.

  828. This is beautifully written. Although, the story of me and my own mother is different, so much of the emotion is the same. The desire to understand who our mother is or was in order to understand who we are is universal. But oh — such a complicated relationship. Thank you for sharing your story.

    • Jayne, thanks for your kind words, and for sharing how the story connected for you. That means a lot.

  829. Dina, thank you so much for reading the piece and taking time to share your thoughts. I really appreciate it.

  830. Lynn, your incredibly beautiful writing stays with me…the care you took with language, your stayintg in the moment as you took us on your journey toward hope despite everything. Thank you for enlarging my world, and for telling your story. It’s important and I am glad you are in the world, writing.

  831. My heart aches for all you have suffered. The mountains are one of Gods precious gifts to us, so glad they are helping you.

  832. You never cease to amaze me! Talent at every turn! Loved the essay! It is no wonder that our kids learned so much from their favorite teacher! You put your heart into everything that you do! ❤️

    • Ohhhhhh, Penny! You are always so kind. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate just the fact that you read my piece, and the generous comments are a major bonus. I’m so sorry that you are a Florida girl because I miss you up here, but you can seriously keep your gargantuan bugs!!

  833. Thank you for sharing your story and your strength, your courage is truly inspiring. Best wishes for a very good year ahead.

  834. Wow! I am in awe of your writing once again!! Love love love it… I feel bad for the lady for not marrying her true love first…

    • True about not marrying the “true love” first, Rhonda. A whole lot of agony could have been avoided if I’d done that.

      • Right! The same goes for me….lol. I sure love your writing and cannot wait until our project is done (hint hint)…lol.

    • Mike, thank you. My writing wouldn’t exist in the world without you, without your creation, Lighthouse Writers Workshop. So thank YOU.

  835. Breathtaking. Krista has a special quality as a writer. Relentlessly observant, purpose-seeking with a purity of insight, she has the uncharacteristic quality of a writer to seperate inner space fron outer space. With an almost journalistic restraint, purveying the world’s invisible magic as it exists naturally. Humble and decadently beautiful. What a talented lady!
    xvxoo L

  836. It was my sophomore year in high school, I think, when I walked into my
    art class and saw a man seated behind not a desk but a podium. Mr.
    Collins had a beard and wore blue jeans. Of course, we had to complete
    the required art projects to satisfy the powers that were, but we were
    also allowed to create on our own. Very soon it became obvious that Mr.
    Collins didn’t care if you wanted to sleep in the back of the room.
    However, you got the grade you deserved. He didn’t push it.
    But what
    was different about this teacher is that he would very often bring up
    certain topics of art and invite anyone who was interested to gather
    around up front and participate in the discussion. I learned so much
    from that man, not necessarily the ‘how’, but the ‘why’.
    I had a lot
    of teachers throughout my schooling, but Mr. Collins is the one I
    remember most fondly. He made a difference in how I thought about art,
    and that’s something I’ve carried with me ever since.

  837. My old man was a teacher for years. For decades, even. And he was the very opposite of a hippie: a button-down, short-haired, tweed-wearing middle school English teacher. But he energized his classroom with humor, with puns, with puppets. He didn’t do it to be a better teacher, he did it because that’s just who he was, and who he happened to be was a better teacher. It was unforced, organic. He easily crossed that great divide from “a living” to “a vocation.” Here’s to great teachers everywhere, living, dead, and still to come.

  838. Exquisite writing, Elane! Then again, all your works are
    fantastic. You are truly a gifted writer, and I’ll be a fan forever.

  839. Elane, this is absolutely a wonderful story! Even though the ending left the reader to guess what could have happened, I kept thinking, “Okay, she’s gonna ditch this dude and go get the love of her life.” Stephen is correct in that you painted a very vivid picture throughout the story, especially the cockroach (gross.) Yes, she did need a man who would kill those suckers for her..I think it should be a requirement. As always, I am in awe of your writing!

    • I wonder how many people DO agree with us that there has to be one person in the relationship brave enough to dispatch the nasty things like cockroaches, other assorted bugs, snakes, mice (<>), mean cashiers, etc. There can be a balance so that each partner takes care of the things that the other person can’t. That doesn’t seem too much to expect, does it?

      • No, not too much to expect as long as the partner that takes on the nasty things does not stop doing them. I can’t be having roaches and spiders, oh my!

  840. Everyone (married or unmarried) should read this clever and colorful story. Elane paints a very vivid picture of the event (the honeymoon with her former husband), describing scenes and emotions that resonate powerfully for all of us.

  841. Beautifully precise, visceral language. I am always in awe by your writing and your story and your kick-ass survival skills. You are a warrior, Lynn. And thank God you are brave enough to tell the world your story. Brava!

  842. It’s nice that *you* knew how the trip would end, but now *I* want to know how the trip ended! Lovely, Elaine. Absolutely lovely.

    • I think the point is that we aren’t meant to know. The best writers leave their readers guessing, hungering, panting for more of a conclusive ending. I like this ending because I can think of a dozen ways the vacation ended, though none of them positive. That’s the writer in me, I suppose.

      • Rebekah, that’s an excellent point because there are a million ways this episode could have gone. For example, if I hadn’t been a completely immature harpy, I might have realized what a nice guy I’d married. But, but, but, the roach! Amazing that it’s still a sticking point. Still, I like the idea that there are always multiple paths available, and as storytellers, we don’t always have to pick one for our readers.

    • Hahaha, Missy! Okay. Here’s the scoop. This poor husband never had a chance. We divorced, and I eventually found and married the “true love” for whom I pined while on honeymoon. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I am very, very good at mistakes.

  843. This is an absolutely beautiful story that speaks to our innermost feelings. How often had we had a relationship fall by the wayside, and we are plagued with regret? This story perfectly captures the ambiguity of lost love and new love that just isn’t working out the way we thought. The details of the sights and sounds really add to the meat of the story. The cockroach detail was especially a turning point of comparison where the character realized she has feelings for her lost love. A detailed and ambiguous ending leaves it open to interpretation for the reader. I very much enjoyed this story.

    • Hi, Rebekah- Thank you completely for the lovely comments. As Cindy said below, some relationships are “happily lost,” and rightly so. You know that old adage about one door closing so that another can open? So true. 😀

      • I absolutely know. I just feel like this story just hit home to me because when you lose someone you love, and you had no choice, it just happened – you have to make do with the hand that life deals you. <3

  844. You have reminded to be grateful for previous loves, happily lost, and my current love, who would kill the cockroach with relish if it meant one moment of peace for me.

    • Cindy-
      Hahaha!! That’s hilarious. The thing WAS massive, I admit. But come on! It’s true, though, that we should be most grateful for all our relationships, particularly the “happily lost” ones. 😀

    • Cindy,

      I can confirm that Elane remains panicked by even driving NEAR a Pine forest (where the little critters are known to reside). I can also confirm that I’ve personally (and vigorously) dispatched more than a few of the little devils to the cockroach “happy hunting ground.”

      But we’re even, because in all other matters she remains my ROCK and INSPIRATION.

      Stephen

  845. Those teachers! Those teachers that, as you put it, shine, ‘like a sunbeam peeking through the clouds’—it is amazing the space they take up in our memories and brains, even after all these years. My fourth grade teacher played Pink Floyd. It made me feel like a ten year old badass when there was nothing badass about me. I ran into her recently, and 35 years later she knew exactly who I was. I think with teachers like that it works in both directions, their students are etched in their memories just as much as they are on ours. It is a shame Gar’s story ended the way it did, but you got that small beam of light from him, and it was enough to shine through all these years.

  846. Reading this story is even better the second time. I’m at work, getting ready for Monday, so it is a great reminder of what to keep striving for.

  847. Beactiful Dina, you have once again brought back memories; you have a true gift and I thank you for sharing it…

    • Antigoni, thank you. It makes me happy when other people find the familiar in there. I think it makes it all that much more personal as a reader. Thank you again.

    • Mary, thank you so much! I loved your piece in the last issue and am chuffed to bits that I would be included in the semi-finalist round with work like yours. Thanks for reading and taking the time to leave a comment, much appreciated. D

  848. I could almost feel the intensity of the headache as I read this thoughtful, beautifully crafted story. There is pain but there is also great progress. Bravo. Looking forward to reading the entire memoir.

    • Thank you so much Jennifer for these beautiful compliments and for all of your love and support through the years.

  849. Joanne, I can’t even begin to tell you how much this resonated with me this morning. Having just lost my own grandmother a few weeks ago, I recognized so much of not my relationship, but of my mother’s with her mother in your words. The relief of no longer worrying, the longing for a different relationship, all of it, the waiting…always the eternal wait for change which never comes. Beautiful and resonating. Thank you.

  850. I really liked the structure of this, and the way you held it all together…with a zipper.You can unzip the whole to see the individual components below. Nice.

  851. The fashionability of your Scottie sweater may have been in question, but my enjoyment of your essay most assuredly was not!

  852. There was a lot about your friend Suzanne that I identified with in this piece–but the line that struck me the most was this: “Surely stage-four cancer and an eighteen-year friendship trumped decorum.” You’ve summed up what we should really all be focused on in that one line, on so many different levels. Thanks for making me think about it too.

  853. I enjoyed this so much. I just wanted to follow you from age to age and hug you. Like growing up isn’t hard enough. Nordstrom’s is my Harold’s.

  854. This reminds me of the friendship between Ann Patchett and Lucy Grealy that Patchett recounted in “Truth and Beauty.” It matters not how the world sees us, but how we see ourselves and, from that, we create our reality. Thank you for sharing this beautifully rendered story. You were a good friend.

  855. Great details and vivid description, with your use of that specialized construction vocabulary. You got the overall tone of the piece just right.

  856. Liesl, I stumbled across your gem of a work here quite by accident. Your style is so inviting and engaging. Thank you for sharing your writing and your experience of your experience. (incidentally, my sister and I had a fascination with the Amish for a while too – check out the documentary-style show “Breaking Amish”!!)

  857. Sophie…this is brilliant and as a mother of someone who self injured it brought my understanding to a new level. Gratitude to the moon and back.

  858. So many fluid and flowing emotions around mothering and food. I’ve watched my grandmother do it with my mother, my mother with me, myself with my own children. There is some sort of biological reckoning, some jedi like force that encapsulates and entwines itself in the mother/child relationship. You captured that beautifully here. Stocking up and canning the memories, the last moments, the remembrances. Really, truly enjoyable.

  859. This is wonderful. Nicely written and peppered with the right amounts of subtle, tongue-in-cheek digs at the powers that be in Mumbai.

  860. This was another one that, as a reader, I couldn’t stop thinking about. Not to be flip, but I just kept thinking, “this one is cooked up so well!” Beautiful writing without a shred of preciousness. Congratulations on a wonderful piece, Deidre.

  861. Mary Killian, I could not stop thinking about this piece after I read it. It was wrenching, but still oddly hopeful. It’s a haunting piece weaving in several tropes–quite sophisticated in structure. Great job, and thank you for the real-life story. It has stayed with me.

    • Many thanks, Pamela. I am humbled by the warmth of your note. I am clean thirteen years and grateful every day to be in a position where telling these stories no longer fills me with shame. I appreciate that you read my essay.

      • It’s a beautiful piece, Mary. I loved all aspects of your story. As writers it is perhaps our most wrenching, exposed moments that give us our strongest voice. I am shopping a piece about abuse right now. It’s difficult to put these complicated histories out there, but I responded to your vulnerable, compassionate, but flawed woman from the bottom of my heart, so I hope I will engender the same from others. I am so glad to hear that you have transcended those experiences–but remember they are the whole of you, and add to the beauty of your fabric.

  862. Sharon, reading this piece was certainly a trip down Memory Lane! The journey began with high school, where I liked your mother so much that I took two classes of hers. I, too, was extremely self-conscience of my apparel. Oh, the GG ads! I had all but forgotten about those! The scenes of Millsaps and of walking through Belhaven are so vividly descibed. Harold’s was an institution and is greatly missed. Thank you for sharing such a lovely work.

  863. Captivating work. I can visualize every scene from Millsaps to Highland Village. Excited, too, to discover Hippocampus and grateful for your decision to share this!

  864. Angela, this resonated with me in so many ways that if I listed them here they would rival your essay in length. I struggle with my own self perceptions about when it is ‘acceptable’ to identify myself as a writer. I silently question these 17 and 18 year olds who so confidently display business cards with ‘writer’ on them while secretly envying their chutzpah, their confidence, the surety that seems to be built into their generation. Recently on a trip which required me to fill out my occupation in the little, blank space for the first time since having children I filled it in rather than leaving it a looming wound. I wrote ‘writer’. Luckily no one questioned my declaration. For what it’s worth, as I was reading this I wished a pox on the customs official who demanded to know where you had published. I have several words for her. None of them ‘writer’; none of them nice.

    • Dina, thank you for reading and for your supportive comment. It was certainly a self-revealing experience that helped me clarify my path. Let’s all grab our chutzpah and hang onto it, shall we? It’s not just for kids! Best wishes to you on your own writing journey.

  865. Poignant and powerful. Thanks for the reminder of how much we learn about ourselves from how we care for our mothers. Well done!

  866. The luxury of being allowed to write full time is quickly quashed by the realization that if you spend all your time with ‘butt to chair’ you will discover you have nothing to write about.

  867. I love something new about this piece each time I read it. Especially this list:

    “How do I throw a party where people have a good time? What is the proper
    temperature for gravy? Which is better, Bactine or Neosporin? Which is
    more polite, to accept tentatively or back out later? How do I make the
    sheets so soft? How do I make friends at 50, 60, 70? Is this miniskirt
    too short on me? What do I do if no one falls in love with me? Tell me
    how to do this.” And then, “Who was I, and who did I become? How did I adapt over and over? What is
    the meaning of those moments of lone euphoria, standing on top of a rock
    in the wind somewhere, even during the worst times?”

    You always ask the right questions. Really beautiful, Karen.

  868. Oh yes, I get this deeply. I need physical movement as a part of my writing practice. Beautifully written. So glad I got to be part of your experience.

  869. Sharon
    You, Eudora Welty, and Harold’s in the same essay, you can’t make it up. Although the last radium girl died in March, you need to know, your words glow in the dark.

  870. This speaks so beautifully to the things we assume, the things we can’t assume, and the reading of signs, literally and figuratively. A wonderful read!

  871. The way these storylines weave together is absolutely expert. And I love your author picture because now I recognize you when I see your work in other places!

  872. Just beautiful – the way you capture the feeling of wanting to be away, but how much this is part of you, is just incredible.

  873. This feels like such a milestone – thank you for the recognition, and I’m pleased to be in such wonderful company!

  874. Just gorgeous. I’ve missed reading your words and the beautiful talent you have of mixing detail with something much, much bigger and more universal.
    Thank you for sharing this with me 🙂

    Steph M. (Army of darkness member circa 2011)

    • And I am truly sorry about your father. What a beautiful way you put it; that you wished all of India was mourning with you. I’ve felt like that myself, once or twice, but never quite managed to make my point as succinctly. I think it’s because grief can be such a lonely thing and the person we lost in our eyes deserves the same treatment as the famous dead. It’s the whole, “stop all the clocks” phenomena which we all go through. Thank you again for sharing this.

      • Thanks Stephanie – I love the ‘stop all the clocks’ comparison – it’s such an incredible thing to see a whole city mourning for one guy, and to have that feeling of ‘wait, what about me?’

  875. You forgot the part where an old friend comes up and “hip checks” you and you almost crumple to the ground in pain!! Or maybe that hasn’t happened to you yet and I HOPE IT NEVER DOES!!1

  876. Jen I just happened on this link on Facebook which I haven’t checked in forever. I am so glad I got to read it. It’s beautiful. You wrote something truly beautiful. Thank you. Xo. Loni

  877. Poignant and beautiful, and funny in the best, most irreverent ways. Allison, you got me at the end. We mourn our fathers. We mourn our own lateness, arriving after that most crucial moment.

  878. Jen, what a stunning and elegant piece of writing! It reminded me of how words (the spoken ones) are really just “signs” of the real experiences of our human condition and how much is lost in the translation. You also reminded me that facing the unknowingness in each of our lives and how to proceed is so challenging. I am grateful for your artful articulation. Warm wishes to you, Jake and your beautiful boy.

    • Gail, what a beautiful thing to read. Thank you — I can see your face as you say this and appreciate it so much.

  879. I love that you brought us right along with you. You showed us not only the events taking place physically, but the journey inside as well. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself, so authentic and beautiful.

    • Thank you! It was a very intense experience, I almost need to corral it in the footnotes to make it work on paper 🙂

    • You’re so kind to return! For so many of us, we anticipate multiple traumas and tragedies almost all the time, yet are stunned when a new one lands on us or nearby.

  880. This is a beast of an essay. As a survivor of placenta accreta, I appreciate your gift of showing us, the readers, just enough and not one letter more. Thank you for choosing to write.

  881. Life and Death in an instance. we take it for granted too often in this field of medicine. This is a well written essay by a caring and accomplished doctor. I really hope you get to Macinac Island!

  882. I enjoyed reading this very much. As an OB nurse with 20years experience, I know how things can sometimes go very wrong. Thank you for sharing your perspective and I hope you eventually made it to the island.

    • Sylvia,
      Thank you for reading this work. You know it in one form or another. I travel to the island often, in my mind.

  883. Written so authentically. After being in Bangalore for a semester, it felt like I had gone back-so real. And naturally, very skillfully written.

  884. Sophie-Variations, we all have them. One I share is being published in this edition with you. I am happy for that. The pictures you painted were shocking. I hope you and the birds have found company. I bet your Italian family called you Sophia.

  885. Jennifer-The craft, the segments, keep this essay on tract, bold words and definitions, followed by personal narrative. It is beautiful.

  886. Like Jennifer, I also learned a lot from this piece. The emotional depth you achieved in its telling was like a chasm I fell into and then just kept falling. The imagery of beauty against such sadness meshed to create a very powerful piece. Congratulations, Sophie.

  887. Congratulations, Jennifer. What an intriguing, original structure. I loved how you wove the range of emotions into such a beautiful tapestry. Honest and heartfelt without being sentimental. Truly lovely work.

  888. Thomas, this is such a haunting story, and a valued insight into this day in your life (representing, as you tell us, so many, many others). Thank you for sharing it with us.

  889. “Perhaps his grey, gritty, posthumous self will be less racist.” Allison, this is such a kaleidoscopic blend of beauty, humor, pathos, love — you show us your father and yourself and this aspect of India with a deft handle on all the angles, both right there and watching from high above — well done.

    • Thank you so much – it’s funny how sometimes my dad’s worst qualities are what I remember the most, but they definitely helped make both him and me who we are…

  890. Suzanne, I love the balance you strike here, the lightness of the dress with the way an incomprehensible event so quickly becomes imprinted, and haunting. Beautiful.

  891. Sophie, what a brave, beautiful piece, and such rich, metaphorical juxtaposing of your own story and that of the macaws, those fascinating creatures. I’ve learned something in reading this today — thank you for sharing.

  892. Congratulations!! An exquisitely written piece. I loved how you weaved together the vignettes with the sign descriptions, and the raw honesty with which you share your story.

  893. Congratulations Sonal! Great story!

    The mayor of mass destruction meets weapons of mass delegation.

    Understatement of the year: “he [Doug Ford] would probably benefit from spending more time at the library than at Tim Horton’s.”

    A lot of donuts have passed under the bridge since the library fiasco.

    Cheers, DW

    • Thanks Donald!

      Given everything that’s happened Ford-wise since then, it all seems to innocent now. We thought the worst thing he could do was close a library. How adorable!

  894. I enjoyed how you included your little side notes that you do all the time; “Ignore the grabbing hands reaching for your flesh in the folds of your salwar khameez. *At least they aren’t treating you like a tourist* .” It provides a well needed bit of comic relief. I love this piece and I learned so much about Indian customs. I would have never guessed that there funerals would be so different from ours. Congratulations on such a wonderful work of art!

    • Thanks, Shelby! It was a full-on experience that I’m glad I got to have, and definitely made me want to learn more about what a “normal” Indian funeral would be like.

  895. Such a beautiful way to write this story – I don’t usually like footnotes, but here, they add layers of meaning, holding the heart of the piece at a physical and emotional remove; not to choke the emotion off, but to hold it near, away from the crowd. Absolutely beautiful – masterful.

    • Thanks, Judy – it’s the first time I’ve played with that form, and I’m glad it’s working the way I hoped!

  896. I was pretty sure this was going to be an all-in-all humor piece but the grief at the end bowled me over with a punch in the gut.

    • Dola, thank you – I love twisting comedy and tragedy and I’m glad this one worked for you. (sorry about the punch)

  897. Beautifully told all around, but what I like best is the way you talk about how this event almost instantly becomes memory, and so links to previous memory (and embellished non-memory that has been fashioned into its own kind of memory) and will spike future events, tiny and huge, that will also, in a fraction of an instant, become memory. This is how we make ourselves.

    • Thanks for this, Claire. I find it eerie how much self making happens during times when the self is nearly undone.

  898. As someone originally from that country, I can safely vouch for your pretty good description of a typical funeral procession. Even (7) and (8). You reminded me of those catchy swear words I had forgotten, Allison!!

  899. When you say – You will wish you, too, had the power to stop a city, to cover it with streamers, to say, My father is dead. Mourn with me – I know exactly what you mean. Beautiful.

    • Rasana, thank you – I am so glad that part resonated for you. In a way, I was thinking of the girls who were arrested for posting on Facebook, but in reverse – not so much why should we shut down for one man, but why shouldn’t we shut down for all of our fathers.

  900. You have a great way of making me feel as if I’m right beside you, seeing exactly what you are seeing, feeling exactly what you are feeling when I read your pieces.

    • Thanks – I really appreciate that! It was a full-on experience, so I’m glad that comes through.

  901. I remember when I was reading this piece, I found myself attempting each of the signs described–what a testimony to the way you reach and engage the reader with this narrative. I was blown away by the images, immediacy and elegance of this piece then, and again now that I see you’ve won the contest! Congratulations on a beautifully-crafted piece of CNF, Jennifer. Kudos!

  902. Jennifer, one of the best pieces of creative nonfiction I’ve read!! I love the interaction here. I signed every word. Love the structure, the message, the writing, the creativity!! SO HAPPY YOU WON!!

    • Thank you! It’s a fascinating language! Lifeprint.com is a great resource if you want to dip a toe in.

  903. Jen, this is beautiful. Parenting two children who have come out of the foster system, I consistently struggle with how to tell the truth of our experience and yet remain supportive of my children. You find a way to strike this this balance in the most touching and exquisite way. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

    • Thank you so much, Kendra — it’s so nice to read this, and I hope I will get to meet your children soon. We live much too far apart.

  904. Congratulations, Jennifer Alise. You’ve deftly capture all the ordinary aspects of parenthood seen through the extraordinary filter of your experience as a parent of a child with Cerebral Palsy. The very notion of language; verbal and non-verbal, signed and spoken, that which said and that which is left unsaid, is woven in seamlessly. I really, really enjoyed this. Congratulations again.

  905. “You will wish you, too, had the power to stop a city, to cover it with streamers, to say, My father is dead. Mourn with me.” Gorgeous.

  906. After a difficult delivery of my first son, I remember overhearing a doctor in the NICU saying how they were continually amazed at how many babies and mothers actually survive childbirth. This essay brought that memory blazing forth once again, even though it is a decade later. Full of tension, tinged with sadness, taut and leaving me with wanting to know what happened–not only with the patient, but with your wife as well. Congratulations.

    • The patient lived. She makes a donation in my name to the hospital every year. Her son is a pre-med student at Tulane. I am still married-forty seven years. I found out that this is a long time when at my niece’s wedding we were the last couple dancing as the years were called out.

  907. Deciphering the diary author’s meaning (without punctuation) must have been like:
    Let’s eat Mom and Let’s eat, Mom.
    Enjoyable.

  908. ***Many writers do not give themselves enough time to make sense out of life-changing events, and instead rush to write about them without allowing the stories to simmer slowly until they reveal their true meanings and deep layers***
    I agree FULLY))).
    3 years ago, I asked Beryl Bissell Singleton if I should write a book about my sister’s murder.
    She said, “NO!” ( Having been thru the same experience as me ) “You must wait, Kim. The first two years, all you want to do it kill yourself.”
    She was right. That was some of the best advice I’ve ever received.
    The “simmering” has brought my words & perspective into an entirely new level of understanding.
    Great Post!

  909. What a frustrating and incredible experience; I find it horrifying that they wouldn’t believe you.

  910. Sent your story, Joelle, to my son-in-law, a Flyers fan, born and bred. Here is his (slightly edited response.).

    THAT is an awesome essay! First, it completely captures the essence
    of a Philly fan and the game-day experience for a neophyte. You’ve got
    to learn to bring the hate! Foes of Eagles or Flyers. Doesn’t matter
    who. Secondly, I was 9-10 when the Flyers first won the cup, so the guys she
    mentions are some of my heroes…still. And when the writer talks about
    the players she watched when she was 11…I remember them as well for
    breaking my heart / losing to the Red Wings in the 1-2 years between
    marrying (my daughter) and (my grandson) being born. Great story! And timely.

    Joelle, I guess you nailed it.

  911. Congrats Hannah, I met you at the Creative Nonfiction Conference and was excited to read your work. Great piece!

  912. A heart-wrenching piece beautifully rendered. I’m happy to see you made it through the fire and are on your way to helping others do the same. Wonderful writing.

  913. Thanks so much! Going the traditional route to publishing, it will probably be about two years before it appears in print. Anxious as I am to share my amazing adventure, I want to do justice to my diarist’s insightful commentaries on everything from the Rotherhithe tunnel under the Thames (at that time, a failing project) to our country’s destruction of the Native American cultures.

  914. This touched me greatly. I love the idea of the small, minute details of life that come to represent so much. I call them dark horses. The things you don’t think will matter but end up mattering the most. Beautifully told and crafted story.

  915. This is lovely, but for the fact that the Amish are horrible puppy mill breeders. But I’m all for the mint farming — and the gin, of course.

  916. I love the “manual” format of this piece, and how you intertwined the fire-making instructions with your personal narrative. Wonderful job, Hannah!

  917. Jenni–
    I was not prepared to be so moved. Of course, like everyone else probably, I immediately looked up the English translation of your title, and all the words to the music. “Time to Say Goodbye.” I do not want to say too much here. I cannot. The piece speaks for itself. I plan to return to your words, and read them again and again.

    • Dear John,
      Thank you so much for your kindness. I, too, was surprised at the translation. After doing a bit of research, I found that it is an Italian idiom which is why it seems inaccurate. Either way, it is rather poignant, isn’t it?
      Again, thank you!
      Best,
      Jenni

      • I was very moved by your memoir, Jenni. There is something about combining poetry (or in this case, opera) with prose that elevates language so that it resonates more deeply than words alone can. I loved the circularity here, beginning with Bocelli, and ending with Scott’s remembrance of Bocelli. Fine craftsmanship, but transparent, so the reader feels the emotion and only sees the craftsmanship in retrospect. I wish I had written this! It was such fine reading.

  918. Carrie and Cathy–
    Sad is not a word I would use in describing this piece, which I think is flash. The word I would use is angry. There is a lot of anger here, and hurt. At the end, there is some reconciliation, but the reconciliation and acceptance is just beginning, and doesn’t get much of a start. I have never been much of a religious person. But I think the Bible is full of wonderful stories and parables. The story I think of when I read this piece is Jacob wrestling with the angel. I think we all wrestle with our own angels (or demons, if you prefer) in that we all question why we were given the particular weaknesses and strengths we struggle with. Our off-setting gifts and handicaps, if you would. These define us as a person. They circumscribe our accomplishments and failures. We are unique and individual because of these. Our task in life seems to begin with gradual discovery of our “self,” and our relative happiness or unhappiness seems to hinge on self-acceptance (or not)and then working with what we have been given or not given. We wrestle with angels all our lives, I think. Some of us win and some do not. Memoirs like this help us focus on the struggle. Well-written, Carrie! Honest, true, and to the point! Very thought-provoking.

  919. Thank you for sharing your piece. This was absolutely beautiful, and as a reader, I really admire the almost under-stated style you use. I felt like an invisible observer during these moments in your life, as though I had experienced them myself. I look forward to reading more of your work!

    • Dear Krista,
      Thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words and support. As a fairly new writer, it means a great deal to me.
      Best,
      Jenni

  920. Risa–
    One of my favorite examples of waiting to tell a story until the story is ready, and the writer, too, finally feels the distance and perspective are right, involves Kurt Vonnegut. Probably as soon as I mention his name you will already know the story. Vonnegut was held by the Germans as a POW in WWII in the city of Dresden. The POW’s were sleeping underground, in the locker of a slaughterhouse, the night the Allies dropped so many bombs on the city it created a vast and powerful firestorm that immolated the entire city and killed every creature living above ground. When the POW’s and their captors emerged from their shelter after the firestorm, they were witness to a sight I am sure not one of them could forget as long as he lived. Vonnegut certainly couldn’t. But his experience was so overwhelming he couldn’t even begin to write about it until relatively late in his writing career. He had written a lot of novels and short stories as a younger man, but he saved “Slaughterhouse Five” until he felt he could write it right!

  921. Ms. Brooks,

    I was a student in your 4th grade class in a small Grand Rapids area sub-urb, must have been 1988-ish.

    I’m not sure how I stumbled on this page, but thoroughly enjoyed the reading. I remember you telling some of these stories to us in class, seeing your pictures of cross country skiing in New Mexico, and it brought back memories I hadn’t thought of in years. Of all of the elementary teachers I had over the years, you are one of the only two that still stand out, and come up in conversations with my own children when we discuss school, class work, and teachers. Reading this story brought me back to that 4th grade class room and a particularly happy point in my life. Thanks for teaching me how to appreciate art (even if I don’t always like what I see), the love of reading and story telling, and how to ask the lunch lady for a green hotdog in German!

  922. The power of song is overwhelming. Being a fan of Brit Rock too, I had similar experiences when I visited London. My only regret is that I didn’t have time to visit Stonehenge. (Spinal Tap) 😉

  923. Kathryn–
    Cathy Bell calls it a “frame.” Her comments are always so succinct and insightful! What she is talking about, as we both know, is that this is a story of your mother’s illness, and how in life things happen we can’t control, and that all we can control is our own attitude toward those things. Sometimes things happen that are so sad we can’t face them head-on, we have to look at them askew, and tell the story kind of askew too, like talking about our games of Yahtzee when really we are talking about something entirely different altogether. When we as storytellers do this skilfully enough, readers are able to not only read our words but read behind our words to fathom what we are really saying. I echo Cathy’s words: well done! Heartfelt in the writing, and hearfelt in the reading, too!

    • Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments, John. “Sometimes things happen that are so sad we can’t face them head-on…” This is so true. Perhaps grief is a door that we can open just a little bit at a time before we can walk through it.

  924. Vance–
    We have some things in common. Not the cop/sex crimes/homicide stuff, but the veteran/writer stuff. I liked your memoir here. The first time I was at the DLIWC (only you and I know what those initials mean, right?) was in 1971. I went to visit a buddy who was a Marine, learning Vietnamese. He later made the mistake of sitting up in his sleeping bag suddenly in the dark while on patrol, and a jumpy fellow Marine opened up on him thinking he was the Viet Cong. He was badly wounded, but that was his ticket home. While I was in Monterey, I came to understand what a beautiful place it was. I put the Presidio as first choice on my “dream sheet” of duty stations (dream sheet as in “in your dreams”), but coincidentally the Sergeant Major from the Presidio was at my training base and asked to see the roster of grads in my MOS, and I’ll be damned if that wasn’t where I ended up 1973-74, permanent party. A lot better than Vietnam. I haven’t been back to Monterey since, but I’d love to go. I’m sure it has changed since then, like every place has. This writing is good, intense, honest. I hope you keep it up. Strangely, I finished up my military career as a medic like Vic, but not in the Army. I retired from the Air National
    Guard. This is what I would have been doing, had I been activated. Great work, helping those kids! My hat goes off to you, brother! Keep writing.

    • Thanks John. It’s good to hear from other Vets when it comes to writing. Fortunately for me, The Gulf War was no Vietnam. I can’t wait to see the writing that is soon to come from the Warriors we have fighting right now.

  925. Your writing has once again captured my attention and sent my imagination across four generations of “fabric”. Loved it!

  926. Ah, but there is also the glory of the quickly sauteed, expertly put together reflection of the moment, in the moment. I agree completely that too often we rush to write the impression before its time. There is also glory in the slowly stewed. Or even something in between. Sometimes, we need to get that impression down, as it’s happening, to get a grip on what it is. But we also need to get the distance and the maturity to understand what it truly means.

  927. Yes, a back burner pot indeed. What a wonderful response to Dani Shapiro’s remarkable essay. For what it is worth it took me over 2 decades to write, then publish, my memoir. Given my story is about the effect that living through domestic violence had on me, it was imperative that I have that distance, otherwise it would have purely been a survival story and memoir demands so much more. Good luck to you as you bring your story out into the light.

    • Thanks to all of you for your comments! It’s so nice to hear from the readers when I post these essays.

  928. BEAUTIFULLY written. You have a great gift and I thoroughly enjoy your writing… even though it keeps bringing me to tears. Thanks for sharing this story, Damien.

    • Thank you for the kind words, Cathy. I just read your story, “Wash Me Clean,” and found it so moving. Beautifully told! — Kathy

  929. I liked this reminiscence. Reminds me of the garage sales I have had and the ones in which I brought home someone else’s junk such as a mink coat for $20, so old the fur was separating in unfixable places. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out and failed to find a home for it. I kept it until I moved. The up and coming book should be fun to read.

  930. Like Brenda, I love this line: “If our girls grow up on tales of hapless maidens waiting for a knight in armor, then they will never lift the sword themselves.” Great piece, Lisa!

  931. Love the part she says,”Write the story that would keep you turning the pages late into the night.” Hope someday I can write such a nice story!

  932. I love how you convey the struggle so well here — that moment when you think you’ve got it perfect . . . and then it falls apart. But we keep at it, right? Great to read your work, as always.

  933. I don’t know anyone else who could meaningfully connect these disparate elements into an anthem in support of our daughters. This line is so very powerful: “If our girls grow up on tales of hapless maidens waiting for a knight in armor, then they will never lift the sword themselves.” May they lift their swords – may we give them a world where they can do so.

  934. Daniel, first thank you for your writing. But the real issue that brought me here was to contact our family back from we, in the Dominican Republic, came from. I just knew days ago about my last name, Aristy, it is from San Sebastian, Spain and people over here change the i for a y. I was in San Sebastian about 10 yrs ago, regret not knowing this at that time. Hope to contact you in the future. My name is Rainer Aristy, if you google it find me under Acero Estrella. The others are my two male kids. Regards…..

  935. Great story! I loved it and could relate so much to having to know the answers to so many of my questions!

  936. Brilliant, as expected… and, obviously, constructed only for smart readers, which makes it even more brilliant.

  937. You are a very talented writer my young long-time friend!! I remember and relate….you took me on a wonderful adventure!

  938. Well done, Katie. Enjoyed the read, very relatable as I have moved across country in a tiny car with my now husband.
    ~ Amy (MJ’s daughter)

  939. What I love most about this essay is the way it twists neatly in the middle, from the image of that picture-perfect family (with undertones of unrest), to the bubbling cauldron of emotions at dinner. You really show the many layers, the complexities.

  940. Unless I am somehow doing it wrong, the form seems to be cutting me off at 300 characters rather than 300 words 🙂

  941. This is a touching and very well-written story that has stayed in my mind since I read it a few days ago. It vividly shows the devastating effect of alcohol on family members. How sad that Pastor Bill could not reach out to you instead of turning you away. He missed the chance to really be a pastor.

    As a physician who treats liver disease and has seen many alcoholics, I would mention that alcoholism is best thought of as a disease, as this approach removes some of the stigma and may make it easier for people to seek treatment.

  942. Robert Hass. I did not know him before, when I was writing poetry. Reading him, I accept a great gift. Let me quote one of his more simple poems whole:

    PICKING BLACKBERRIES WITH A FRIEND
    WHO HAS BEEN READING JACQUES LACAN

    August is dust here. Drought
    stuns the road,
    but juice gathers in the berries.

    We pick them in the hot
    slow-motion of midmorning.
    Charlie is exclaiming:

    for him it is twenty years ago
    and raspberries and Vermont.
    We have stopped talking

    about L’Histoire de la verite,
    about subject and object
    and the mediation of desire.

    Our ears are stoppered
    in the bee-hum. And Charlie,
    laughing wonderfully,

    beard stained purple
    by the word juice,
    goes to get a bigger pot.

    Me again. For Hass, the fascination is between the word and the thing. How can we understand the thing until we know the word? And once we know the word, is there a difference between the word and the thing, and if so, what is that difference? That is the essence of poetry. That is the essence of understanding the world, and our place within it. “In the beginning was the word, and the word was God, and the word was with God.” What does that mean, exactly? The words and the stones, and the words beneath the stones in the Big Blackfoot River in Montana.

    • Thank you, Laura. What a great honor coming from a terrific poet and friend. (Laura has a new collection, CASTRATA, A CONVERSATION, soon to be published by Finishing Line Press.)

  943. So insightful of an essay! I love the weaving of the husband’s story in with the OCD story. Well done Debra! Thank you for teaching us all about a most difficult disease in such beautiful prose! And the dog in your photo is adorable!

    • Thank you so much, Cathy! And thanks, too, for commenting on my dog, Charlie, who is, I’m afraid, too familiar with the subject of OCD.

  944. Dawn:
    Pamela Ramos Langley picked a good word to describe this piece: “authentic.” Other good words would be “genuine,” and “honest.” This piece shared a common theme with one of Pamela’s own, titled “Stitching the Womb” in the January 2014 issue of Hippocampus. You ought to take a look at it. People often say very hurtful things off the cuff, without meaning to be hurtful, without understanding that they are revealing a kind of ugly prejudice within themselves when they think they are denying that very thing. Your piece was touching, full of what Hemingway (and those who write about Hemingway) call “true felt emotion.” I was moved. I haven’t finished reading the August issue yet, but I believe this is a piece that will get shared a lot, that will provoke comment, and that certainly is one I will remember. Excellent! Great writing! I think it is the best in the issue that I have read so far, and there are some good pieces here in this issue.!

  945. I love this article. Especially the story with the woman at the park….such a smart response and I’m sure that incident will stay with her longer than any other. I’m black and my husband is white. He’s had situations where people around him are talking were talking about Obama, more specifically him and his potential running for President. At that time, I just gave birth to my son and my husband brought four photos to show his bowling teammates. One picture I was holding Miles up and you could see my black arm, two were of Miles by himself and the last was of Miles and myself head to head. One woman saw the picture of my arm and said, “Who is that”. Matthew said, “Marla”, the woman said, “Oh it must be the lighting.” When she got to the last picture of the both of us. She questioned with great shock and a ‘oh no this can’t be Marla, all the things we’ve said, no, no, no it can’t be’ tone, “WHO IS THIS?????” Matthew, “Oh that’s Marla”. My husband said there was weird “Hush” that came over the room…in a bowling alley, mind you, followed by two black bowlers who knew I was of hue laughing with a ‘These assholes are so embarrassed now!!!’ attitude. The bowling team members proceeded to take up a “sorry we didn’t know your wife was black and we’ve made a lot of racist comments, but we are not racist” collection.

    • Well, this is well-told. It made me laugh. “It must be the lighting” is a comment that belongs on some sort of master list. I’m going to share that one with my kids, lol.

  946. Beautiful. I often wonder not if, but when I will have to begin to have these conversations with my three children-particularly my daughter. Racism is subtle, nuanced. I know my husband can take the kids out in dirty clothes and he will be treated just fine because he is a white, middle class, 40 year old man. But I don’t have the same luxury. My experiences out with my children are extremely different than his. Even now, in 2014. Thank you for sharing this.

    • Alisha, thank you. Yeah, the conversations will happen, and they are good. Still, it was a little sad for me when I realized that my children developed an awareness of race, the categorizing kind of awareness that separates people. I like it much better in the young child’s world, where skin color is a just a descriptive fact, like tall or short. That’s the place my idealistic self likes to live. Someday we shall have it.

  947. Love the rhythm of this piece — nice work, Caleb! Seems like being dad of the year is the next thing on your “I’ve got this list”. Congratulations!!!

  948. Read it , Great x I know my daughter will face struggles, But i plan to always be by her side , and as mothers that’s all we can do right . I do give you props cause i have a fiery temper and would not have kept my cool so well with some of those encounters. xx

  949. Thank you for writing and sharing this. It was beautifully written, poignant and bittersweet. The theme of loss of innocence is common, but infinitely tellable and relatable. Keep on writing and sharing, Amy.

  950. Donna:
    Here are a couple other names of poets I believe are worth reading: James Dickey and Louise Gluck. Dickey was born in 1923, Wright in 1927, Snyder in 1930 and Gluck in 1943. Gluck, as a poet from a different generation than the other three, was a wonderful surprise to find! She and Snyder are the only two of the four still living.

  951. Such lovely interweaving and interlacing of moon, life, death, pulls of nature and generations. Unforgettable voice infuses work and my day long after I’ve read. Shocked to find after reading that you teach at Brockport where I got my MA in the 1990s. Look forward to following your work. – Renee Rivers unpackedwriter.com

    • Hi, Renee! Thank you for your kind words. I’m happy to find another Brockport grad. I graduated from SUNY Brockport with my MA, too. But in 2006. Are you still in the area?
      Sarah

  952. I LOVED this essay. Really loved it. There are pitch perfect sentences and sentiments here. Lisa Ahn is a talent we cannot let go. Lean in, Lisa. We need your words, your observations, and your spirit!

  953. I should not that I read this to Michelle and Dan, long since married, and explained that this was how I remembered it, and that their adult memory might have remembered it differently. They laughed as I read, and Dan said, after the “ridicule” line — well, you got that right! -Donna

    • John, thanks for reading and for sharing your own story! The grinding stone was SO fascinating. The Cup of Joe story was mine, the story that inspired this particular prompt. Thanks for asking — I hadn’t realized I left off the name! – Donna

  954. I too have felt a link between visual and language arts. They both involve a single organ–in visual art it is the eye, in language art it is the tongue. They both make use of imagery. Yet the human organism is multi-sensual. And somehow art involving a single sense can somehow evoke and stimulate all the other senses as well. Who can look at a Gauguin painting from his Tahiti period and not feel the tropical heat, smell the fecundity of jungle, hear the breakers roll onto the shore? Who can listen to Copland’s “Appalachian Spring” without sensing renewal and beginning, the unquenchable life forces stirring, rising up onto the shore of winter like a strong tide pulled by the moon’s gravity? I envy your being able to work in two media. I worked in photography for a while, but now only writing. Yes, we’re all in “communications,” we artists, no matter the media in which we communicate.

  955. My favorite sentence: “Johnny came home, a feisty bundle with a moon of a face, a soft belly, toes sphered like peas, his feet smooth like fresh bars of soap.” What imagery!

  956. Powerfully voiced in such a short span of words! You are of another generation. I do not know Ryan Adams, though now that you mentioned him, I wish I did. I certainly know your mother’s Joni Mitchell, though, and “Carey” from her CD (LP when I listened to it) “Blue.” I don’t know when popular music stopped speaking directly to me. It was like suddenly not believing in Santa Claus any more. I was headed one direction, and music another. Reading about your mother’s life makes me wonder why happiness is so difficult for some people to find. I wonder if the problem lies within the unhappy themselves (ourselves) or in the world itself as they (we) perceive it. “I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.” I think about the fruit of your mother’s unhappiness, of her whole life, really, and I wonder if it couldn’t be this wonderful voice you have shared with us, so much beauty from so deep a sadness, like Billie Holiday’s vocals can make the listener tremble in the heart. A tempestuous world of tornadoes outside, and a tempestuous world inside too. Art holding the mirror up to nature. So fine, Feagin.

  957. It’s almost like a haiku in it’s brevity and impact. What beautiful imagery. The ending hit me about a minute after I’d finished reading. Gasp!

  958. I think I was holding my breath through reading this whole thing. I’ve read it before but it was just as amazing the second time around. Love this story that tugs at my heart from all angles. Beautiful story niece Sarah! So proud of you!

    • thank you, aunt jill! when i revisit this piece, it feels as if it has just happened. xoxo
      sarah

  959. These are beautiful, Pamela. So elegant and short and yet they say so much. I’m still reading. Get back to you on fb soon.

  960. Memorable. Delightful. What a metaphor–a couch thrown off a balcony, and graduation from college! Someone should have warned me–counselors?–that it was going to be traumatic, jumping from the world of academe to the world of dollars and cents. I wasn’t prepared for the leap. Looks like you did fine. Great job! Look forward to reading more of your stuff in the future, as I undoubtedly will.

  961. Interesting. Part science, part mythos. Captivated my attention. If you have traveled in the Southwest and studied pictographs and petroglyphs left on desert rock by the Archaic peoples, you know that the biggest and most impressive figures, those with a rectangular shape, are holding snakes, presumably rattlesnakes. One theory is that these figures often guard canyon entrances, and warn passersby: “Don’t mess with us. We control powerful medicine here. Stay away.” The snake is power, is a magical weapon. To me, they are dangerous to both people and animals. I personally know people who have been bitten by rattlesnakes, and they harbor no romantic notions about them afterwards. Being bitten scared them, they worried they would die or be permanently disabled some way, and it hurt and made them sick. They spent quite a while in hospitals, being monitored for complications. Twice now, I have basically stumbled over snakes in the trail, actually touched them with my boot before I saw them, or heard them, and then by reflex jumped three feet into the air, back and away. Neither time did the snake bite me, for which I am grateful. I guess maybe they ARE magic, powerful medicine.

  962. How wonderful to consider certain books to be magic! Interesting that of your three magic books, two are books of poetry, and the third is prose written by a poet! Poetry is becoming a lost language. You know, the only people who read poetry anymore (teachers of poetry don’t count because they HAVE TO read it) are other poets. I think you must write some poetry too. Most people don’t think, “Hmm. I’d like to read something. Maybe a nice book of poetry?” The last book I really became excited about, and had to tell every reader I knew (not many people are even readers these days) was prose, and it was first published in 1942, Beryl Markham’s “West with the Night.” I just happened to stumble across a reference to it, and my interest was piqued. So why do we write poetry, and how did we become story tellers, Donna? I look back at nursery rhymes and fairy tales as part of my inspiration to do so. My mother told me that my favorite nursery rhyme was one called “Bobby Shafto.” Do you know it? I found out later it is not so much a nursery rhyme as an Irish song. It has this ineffable sadness about it, speaking between the lines of a journey, a lover left behind, and loss: “Bobby Shafto’s gone to sea,/Silver buckles at his knee; /He’ll come back and marry me,/Bonny Bobby Shafto!” When I was an undergraduate studying English poetry, I found I loved another simple poem with the same themes, and that is, really, also a song: “Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow?/The small raine down can raine./Cryst that my love were in my armes/And I in my bedde again.” Believe it or not, I think these poems connect to, and I can hear the same wistful longing in, the first line of a book of prose that begins: “I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.” Don’t you, too?

  963. Morgan, this is a great story. You have serious talent. This was serious reading and it kept me in wonder…
    I hope you keep this up and see where it takes you.

  964. okay I’ll try again………I liked the descriptive quality of the situation,it made the setting as clear as necessary……I had to read it a couple of times but I think I get it, I can relate to what the man sitting on the porch was feeling,for some reason mabe peer presure young men cannot just walk away from some situations, and the man grew up in a different time when confrontations were not an option if you were of a young age,” back in my day” and chances are the streets were the form of justice that would be swifter than any cop car……and somehow fairer, The fact that the young man would not identify the man sort of confirms the street justice idea, perhaps the whole thing would be over there…….or the young man won’t be young forever and then the man would get his…according to the natural order of street justice….I love your use of words how it allows me the reader to figure things out for myself……kinda looking at an abstract painting and making it make sense thanks for the opportunity to look into your mind.ps sat hi to daddy for me xo

  965. This is without a doubt the finest piece in the issue. But that doesn’t matter, does it? What matters is your relationship with your mother, and how strong it was even with her fading memory. A few issues ago, I read a piece that touched me very deeply because it involved the death of a parent to cancer. My father died of prostate cancer. I have also known Alzheimer’s, so your piece touched me as well. My aunt developed Alzheimer’s. My uncle had told his sons, my cousins, that as soon as my aunt couldn’t recognize him, he would have no further reason for living. When he was certain that she didn’t know him, he shot himself. This came as quite a shock to me, because my cousins hadn’t told me what he had said. What do you do when someone tells you his or her life has become unbearable? Do you respect the decision, or do you try to intervene? I honestly don’t know. My uncle was the strongest willed person I have ever known. I don’t think anyone could have stopped him. They had married right after the Second World War. They had been married over 60 years. My uncle had been the star point guard on Colorado A&M’s basketball team, and he could have gone on to play pro ball if he hadn’t been drafted out of school to fight in the war. So, Alzheimer’s. Thank you for having the courage to write this, so those of us who also have come to know this terrible affliction can understand we are not alone.

    • Wow – terribly sad about your uncle and aunt, John. We were lucky with my mom in so many ways. I appreciate your words about my writing, and I’m glad that the piece touched something in you. Thank you, John.

  966. So heartfelt and real and wisely written because this is what we do after a loss. We ask ourselves, “What if?”

  967. Nicely done Morgan! A suspenseful and gripping story that reads like poetry, highlighting your masterful use of the English language. I like the way you gave us no real answers, leaving the readers to form their own conclusions and to ask themselves what would they have done had they been any of the characters involved. This, in my opinion, has the hallmark of a great story and I look forward to reading more of your work in the near future.

  968. Thank you for sharing your beautiful memory. It brought tears to my eyes, not because I didn’t have a mother like yours but because you describe her with such love.

    • Thank you so much, Sadie. It makes me so happy — and heals another bit of me — to know that the story of my mom resonates in someone. I appreciate it!

  969. Just incredible! My husband’s dad died of Alzheimer’s disease a couple of years back so I read parts of the writing to him and we reminisced about similarities with his dad. And then, I couldn’t read aloud any more because I was crying. There was just so much love between them. It made me think of my own parents who are really starting to age. Thank you for this piece. Very touching in many ways.

    • Hi, Jackie,
      Thank you so much for your oh-so-kind words. I’m glad that the story struck a chord in you, and I’m grateful to you for letting me know. Thank you!

  970. The difficulty with flash has always been the ability to convey a truth with resonance in a condensed body of work. Partitions embodies the benefits to such a form, where the idea behind the title transfers into every aspect of the story being told. There is divide in all actions taken, two sides (sometimes more) to every choice we make, differing perspectives to every circumstance. Where the antagonist and protagonist were named, the merging of the two identify a the constant that (should) troubles us all. Is there a time when ‘righteousness’ betrays us? When victim and perpetrator swap roles… Though only for a second, I cared for the barking boy in all his malice, and questioned the nature of the once sitting man. As I read, I believed this was done purposely, through control and chaos, I believed it was intended that we question the actions of all. By framing the story with the crying girl’s departure, and her memory, I was reminded that in any account, the voiceless are the victims. That after an account as eye opening as the one in Partitions, she is where the injustice lies – the one we can not afford to forget. With imagery that lit fire to the retelling, “The man’s eyes grew blazingly wide and shone brighter than the waking glints unveiling from under the blue, not yet black, sky” and truths that run deeper than a single read of the story can offer, I enjoyed the poetic brutality of this piece. There were very good reads in this ‘father figure’ edition of Hippo, this was one of them.

    You have beautiful words.

  971. Darrelyn, you are truly one of the most evocative writers I’ve ever read. I am so proud to have grown up with you and to still know you, girlfriend!

    • Thank you, Sally. That means the world to me. We had some great fun at your parents’ house. They always made me feel welcome. And we were not always behaving. Love you, too, girlfriend.

  972. Love this beautifully written story about your mom. I managed to hold back the tears until I read: “And then somehow I felt on my right cheek the whisper of the papery wings of a butterful, fluttering. It wasn’t until then that I realized what was happening.”

    • Thank you, Darrelynsaloom. 🙂 I’m glad that it touched something in you, and I appreciate that you let me know! 🙂

      Sue

  973. Thank you, Jayne! I’m sorry that your mom’s death didn’t have the kind of comfort in it that I was fortunate enough to get when my mom died. But I”m glad that your writing about it has helped you to heal. Sue

  974. This is exquisite, Cathy. I envy you so. My experience of my mother’s death was very different and did not end with the kind of that you got to experience. But I did write about it and, like you, it did help me heal.

    • Sue and Jayne, I experience the loss of my mom as well. I did not write about it yet — not much anyway. It’s funny; we publish essays about loss every few issues and reading these powerful pieces has helped me a great deal. I still have to get some things out – but it takes time. Can I ask at what point you began writing about her and/or the loss?

      • Hi, Donna. For me it took 40 years. My mother died when she was 54 and I was only 23. The events surrounding the day of her death have literally haunted me all this time and it took writing about it to finally get some clarity and forgive my 23-year-old self for some of my actions that I had not understood. I will be submitting the piece to this year’s Remember in November competition.

      • Hi, Donna,
        For two years, I couldn’t write a thing about my mom’s last couple of years. I could write about her as she had been when I was young, but though I knew I’d one day want to write about that last week, I couldn’t touch it for two years. I didn’t know I was ready to write until I was in a class one evening, and the instructor gave the prompt: “The day that ______ happened, I knew that ____.” Without even thinking, I suddenly wrote, “The night my mom kissed me good-bye forever, I knew that she was there.” Then I couldn’t stop.

        And it was excruciating to write. But I HAD to write, and I LOVED the writing of it, because it helped me feel very close to her again. I’d work on it each night for as long as I could until the sobbing got too exhausting. Then I’d stop, and be very eager to start the next night…..and I’d sob each time I’d work on it.

        It definitely takes time. I don’t know how long it’s been since your mom’s passing, but I wish you well on the journey. It’s so primal; it’s so deep, and very layered. I’m glad that reading yet another loss issue has (maybe) helped you as you walk the walk. Reading them helps me, too.
        Sue

  975. Barbara G The uniqueness of this story is in the telling. It is not an unusual situation where bad elements come into a neighborhood to wreak havoc and put people in fear, but the style that Ms. Christie uses to tell her story really accentuates this very tense interlude…short, punchy descriptions, deft phrases and phrasing that capture the jerkiness of the moment as well as the characters; I also love the metaphors that give depth and richness to the story, i.e. the way Ms. Christie uses animal sounds (chirping and barking) to describe the animalistic behavior of the boys and the use of eyes to represent the people. I particularly like the description of a once-sitting man who becomes the now-standing man to represent the fact that sitting is fine, but that there are times when one has to get up and stand for something. This is a good piece.

  976. The vivid detail painted by Morgan in this story clearly puts the reader in the yard watching the events unfold. Every sequence of events is told in such as way as to insure the reader understands what eqach party to the events are feeling. The colorful story telling technique places the reader so near the danger, yet safely watching from a distance. A very moving story about good versus evil, and the often necessary steps to insure goodness prevails.

  977. This is the second of your columns I’ve read, Donna, and I really like them. I have known inspiration as a funny thing. When I was writing poetry in college, I was taking a shower once and lines of poetry started putting themselves together in my head so fast that I literally ran out out of the bathroom naked, dripping and started writing them down. A few little revisions and additions (not much, or many), and that poem won one of the Hallmark Honor Prizes for undergraduate poetry that year, a national competition. Another time I was writing a letter to a friend, by hand (in the 1970’s) and I wrote: “I’ve got a poem in my head I’d like to write. Let me put down a rough draft of it. Tell me what you think.” He wrote back “John, that is one of the best poems I’ve ever read,” and I realized I hadn’t written a rough draft at all, I had written the poem. That poem was a runner-up in the same Hallmark competition. I have also known incredibly long periods in which I haven’t written anything. For forty years, while I was working for a living, I gave up writing. During that time, I took up nature photography. My wife and I were living in Estes Park, near Rocky Mountain National Park, and there was a lot of nature to photograph there. As a poet, I would often imitate poets I admired–James Wright, Gary Snyder. As a nature photographer, I chose Galen Rowell (also a climber and mountaineer) as my mentor. I learned f-stops and shutter speeds, and I became a student of light, of darkness. A local photo shop sponsored an annual contest, and I started entering, and darned if I didn’t start winning prizes. I think that is because even my poetry had been visual. I have a gift for imagery. Then the age of digital photography arrived, and I just wasn’t up to learning technique all over again, and that was that. I still shoot 35mm film. But I have finally started writing again. In my old age, so far anyway, the vagrant and fickle muse hasn’t touched me on the shoulder like she used to do when I was young, but I keep hoping for her. Writing is mostly hard work. Maybe she doesn’t visit because I haven’t tried writing poetry again. I wonder, sometimes, if I still have a voice that is capable of singing. Or if I just must content myself with talking. Sometimes I can feel profound rhythms moving inside, like the waves of the sea off the coast of California, where I lived for a year, or the turning of the seasons in the Colorado mountains, where I live now. But at least I am writing again. May your own words and thoughts continue to flow easily, Donna.

  978. What a wonderful interview Lori Myers. Sonja is so natural and genuine. No pretensions. I am intrigued and will read her work Ghostwriter or essays, whichever I can find first.

  979. I’ve never been in
    this situation, but writer Morgan Christie made me feel as if I had been there,
    when the boy grabbed the knife I could feel the blade sliding through my
    fingers and my heart started to race in anticipation of what was going to
    happen next. I loved the animalistic satire as well as the vivid imagery of
    this story. Great job Ms. Christie

  980. Donna, Thanks for the thoughtful commentary. Perhaps I was being reactionary. I found this interview via one of my classmates who shared it on his page. I do have children and I went back to school to pursue writing and found my professors terribly dismissive and disdainful of the fact that I was a mother. I cried until someone offered me Anne Lamott’s book and showed me that it was possible to have a discussion about creativity as a woman that wasn’t underlined by this notion that Ms. Livingston reiterated in her interview namely “That said, education and work did play a part. As did not having children, which freed up the time and energy to continue my education and pursue my interests.” The idea that the key to her success besides luck was not having children and education. I suppose my bias would be to say that one’s status as a parent or notparent has no bearing on a discussion about individual creativity. It, to me, is not the same choice as buying a house. But you’re right, maybe this isn’t the place and I should learn to read past the first paragraphs of an article before become hotheaded. Cheers.

    • Lucy, thanks for taking the time to respond to my reply. I appreciate you sharing, and I am sorry you were judged in the past by writing mentors. I hope that you feel encouraged, and continue to, in your creative pursuits! On both ends of this question people are challenged by those on the other side–it’s easier said than done, I know, but if we try not to take any judgement (outside the constructive, helpful stuff!) to heart, we can remain confident in our abilities and focused on the goal. Have a great evening! Hope you enjoyed Lori’s interview otherwise.

  981. I really enjoyed this story. I especially like how the villainous boys were described with animalistic words such as chirping and barking, it really showed how primitive those attackers were. I was glad to see that the man at the end wasn’t put in any trouble either. Perhaps his method was a little violent, but those boys needed to be taught a lesson.

  982. You’ve told us a story in which we’re forced to question what’s right, and wrong. But you’ve also reminded the reader of an underlying truth; that is that of always having a choice. The man made a choice, as did the eyes and the boy, even the narrator. In the end, all must live with the choices they’ve made. This truth stands for us all in any decision we may make. A beautifully told story of grit, honesty, and ethics. Congratulations Morgan 🙂

  983. Life leaves us with so many unanswered questions. The ending is beautiful. How touching to realize she did say goodbye.

  984. Excellent short story. The perspective and lack of named characters really draws a reader into the story. Great read.

  985. Another example of academia snobbery–implying that those who have children are somehow less than artistically. Surely there are examples of successful female writers who’ve also managed to come out of poverty and have children of their own. Why imply that this is an either or choice? Elitist.

    • Lucy, I think that’s a stretch for you to infer that Sonja’s comment was tied to whether or not having kids influences one’s artistic ability. (In most cases, I’d beg the opposite; children bring out creativity and can be amazing little muses!) So, I think Sonja was just merely saying that because she did not have kids, she in turn had more time to create and pursue the career path that she chose. I can relate to that comment because I do not have kids myself (yet) and I, too, think part of the reason I’ve been able to accomplish the things I have was by waiting to have children. So, with that said, I don’t get a sense of anything other than that in this interview.

      Time gets in the way for many of us–whether its raising children, caring for a relative, working two jobs, going back to school, devoting time to community service or playing sports–other responsibilities and obligations might prevent us from writing or pursuing our creative endeavors, either at all or not as much as we’d hope. Sonja could have said “I waited to get married” or “I put off buying a home” in place of her answer and the story would have the same result, which I think was this: being deliberate in choices and commitments to ensure she stayed on track with her goals.

      People in all careers–not just artistic ones–choose not to have kids or to delay having children: I certainly don’t think that makes someone a snob. (I mean, someone could be a snob and not have kids, of course! But I don’t think that’s the reason WHY.) Just the same, as you mention, many artists of all backgrounds–silver spoon in mouth or no spoon at all–are successful and do find time to create while parenting. I agree with you that it’s not an either or. But it IS a personal choice. The many debates on kids vs. no kids are persistent ones, but I truly don’t think that debate belongs, here, on the comments section of this particular interview; it was but a mere sentence in a much longer interview. I love open discussion, but I also value relevance.

      (P.S. I rarely comment like this on Hippocampus, but I felt I had to respond. Not to defend Sonja per se, but to make sure that a tiny portion of this interview was not taken out of context and to encourage others to not turn the comments section here into a debate on kids and academia–we’re not in the business of policing comments, so if you do, please be civil. But please DO comment otherwise; lots of great talking points in this interview!)

    • Hi Lucy,

      Thank you for taking the time to read and respond. Of course, creativity isn’t an either/or choice, clearly many writers & artists are mothers. My mother is one of the most creative people I know and she had seven! That said, the question was about making it out of poverty. In the inner city of Rochester NY where I grew up the chances of graduating high school are something like 40%, no matter how talented or creative you are. 40%, no matter how smart you are. In my old neighborhood, teen pregnancy and poverty were rampant and linked, and the truth is that not having children played a big factor in my ability to complete high school, let alone college. Like it or not, the girls who got pregnant were much more likely to drop out and struggle like our mothers had. But I don’t think teenage girls are thinking about statistics, and neither did I. I was as reckless as other girls but had shoddy ovaries, which meant I couldn’t get pregnant, I was no better or worse. And those women’s lives are no better or worse. But as a high schooler, I was lucky. And yes, I say lucky, because while not having children became an eventual sadness for me, when I was young, it absolutely made it easier for me to get through school. Best to all of you with your writing.

  986. Donna:
    Here is a link to the screenplay for Clint Eastwood’s Oscar winning “Unforgiven,” which I found to be very powerful:

    http://sfy.ru/?script=unforgiven

    Perhaps if I could pick one movie I most admire, though, and the book, it would be the most recent version of “True Grit.” I believe Clinton Portis’ novel is on a par with the greatest literature ever to be written by Americans, “Huck Finn” or “Moby Dick.” From the beginning of the novel, the incredible voice of Mattie Ross, as distinctive a voice as Huck’s, or as the man who declares famously “Call me Ishmael,” carries the plot. And what a plot! Such a combination of humor, pathos, tragedy, action. God, I love it.
    Also, I am a great fan of Jame’s Wright. He is an Ohio poet, and he writes about home. I read every book he ever published. I had the pleasure of listening to him read at Colorado State University, which had a pretty strong creative writing undergrad program. James Crumley taught there for a while, as did (does) Mary Crow. They brought a lot of good writers to campus, the biggest luminary probably being Norman Mailer. Now CSU offers an MFA. Don’t go there, though. Go to CU instead.
    Another poet I would strongly recommend is Gary Snyder. I think a lot of people are put off by modern poetry (as they are by modern art) because it is so damn cerebral and esoteric. Snyder isn’t like that at all. He is earthy. And he writes about concrete, tangible things. He brings his Buddhist sensibility to his appreciation and understanding of nature. Snyder was portrayed by Jack Kerouac as the character “Japhee Ryder” (I think that’s how he spells it) in “Dharma Bums.”
    Good poetry speaks to the soul and heart like nothing else written can, except maybe music.

  987. Very well written Morgan, chilling yet compelling story. I wanted more of it. This story has the making of a future blockbuster movie. Keep up the good work

  988. If only more men stood up before there was trouble. Each time I read it I feel closer to the neighborhood, there, right there wanting to help her. Great job Morgan.

  989. Yes, this isn’t prose. It is poetry. It isn’t meant to be read silently, on the page. It is meant to be read aloud. When this is read aloud, you clearly hear the music in the verse. I am sure that Betty Jo read this aloud to herself to arrive at her final draft. Listen to the music here. To help you hear the music, I will break down the lines for you as I would write them as poetry. You can do this for the whole last half of the piece, but I will only break down the lines in one paragraph. It is truly beautiful. Listen to the pauses, the inflection:

    Now, the hospital bed
    engulfs my mother’s body.

    She has become her bones—
    sharp elbows,
    the points of her knees,
    her cheeks a deep slash.
    Her fingers are an outline
    of long fragile bone,
    the knob of every joint
    like punctuation.
    Her hands,
    once always busy,
    now aren’t quite sure
    what to do.
    Occasionally,
    the fingers of one hand
    absently brush
    the speckled back of the other.
    At times,
    She clutches the side rails
    tightly,
    the way you would
    brace yourself
    on a scary
    amusement park ride.

    Sometimes she lifts her arm
    toward the ceiling,
    and it lingers there,

    forgotten.

  990. Loved this story, left me on edge of my seat waiting to read the next line. Good read Morgan. Looking forward to more from you in the near future.

  991. This is a wonderful story that depicted right and wrong. There is an insinsuation that something very wrong took place between the screaming girl and the boys.The law was informed and did nothing, but the sitting man did.There are injustices in our society and this is just a very good example of it.By the law,the man was legally wrong but morally the man was right in my opinion. Very well written Morgan.

  992. Awesome Read Morgan!!!! Wow the was Edgy and Witty at the same time. Loved the way the story moved around and keep reader wanting to follow the whole time. Very nice imagery.
    Keep up the good work. Looking forward to the Next good read. I’m a fan….wher do I sign up for your fan club for up and coming writers and Can I have an autograph?

    Stay Up^

    Charles M. Fishback

  993. This is a great piece Morgan…well written. It kept me on the edge of my seat waiting to find out what was going to happen next. If this is a sampling of what is yet to come from you, I can hardly wait.

  994. Your story gave me chills, Morgan. There is palpable dramatic tension in short dialog and description of bloody confrontation. Keep on writing!

  995. I was really captivated by the story — really enjoyed, too, the back and forth with the dad story and the flytrap. Cheering for your dad, and moved by your welcome and acceptance of him. Great piece.

  996. So I have a few things to comment on. First off, I like what you’ve done with the format of the piece. It has an experimental tone, a merged form of non-fiction and poetry (a beautiful use of language in the retelling of a harsh reality), one that I enjoyed. The personification of the ‘eyes’ played so well in relation to ‘bystander’ effects and how it’s so easy to simply watch an injustice, versus stand (as the once sitting man did) and act! The use of the ‘once sitting man’ and ‘barking boy’ becoming a ‘single, unnerved entity’, was on point. This idea of blending right and wrong, and having the reader question what those two terms stand for when circumstances change. These are the true ‘Partitions’ all people are forced to face in understanding any truth about morality. You really give us something to think about with this short but punch-the-gutstory, wonderful piece Morgan!

  997. Such a beautiful, beautiful essay, Sue. Thank you so much for portraying the beauty in such a terrible disease. It heals us all.

    • Thanks so much, Cathy! It was excruciating for me to write, but it helped heal me, too. A little bit more each time I read it….. Thanks again!

      • I’m not sure if you read my piece on Hippocampus from last October called Wash Me Clean, but I hope you can read it. I think it heals us all to write about Alzheimer’s. It’s a rough one. And congrats on getting Most Memorable…Yay!

  998. Too bad we can’t quick clone you before you’re gone. How many schools do you think there are in Canada and the United States? Half a million or more? We need that many clones of you grown to adulthood, one in each school! You seem like a teacher who really cares, and who could make a difference. You know, I was lucky enough to spend my last five years of grade school in a two-room country school. The teachers, a man and his wife, lived in a residence right in the schoolhouse. Their dream was to start their own private school for gifted children. In the meanwhile, they applied the techniques and methods they wanted to use with gifted kids on us. It was wonderful! A lot of personalized attention based on each student’s strengths and weaknesses. We wanted to learn, and they let us pursue our own interests in special projects. I remember leading some classmates through putting a bulletin board together about the American Civil War. We were a kind of homogenous community of blue collar citizens. Nobody was rich, but a few were poor. All that changed as Colorado grew and became “Californized” we call it. The school districts were reorganized and kids from our community were bussed to town schools. This was to make sure every child was afforded a “quality” education. The education we received in town was far inferior to what we had been receiving in that two-room country schoolhouse from those two teachers who were years ahead of their time, and who really cared about us! This is a touching memoir. Jake was lucky he found you. I’m sure you helped many students like Jake, and I’m sure all those students you helped have carried some small part of your love for them through their own lives, and have passed it on to others in turn. What a life you have had!

  999. This is a wonderful piece of writing that reminds me of a piece from The Moth series of storytelling. These moments in life are rich, and with time we can tease out the sublimity when we juxtapose them against the general drudgery. I, too, am glad that you’ve returned to your passion. Clearly you’ve simply delayed accessing the talent.

    • Thank you for your kind words, Pamela. I was hoping you would respond. As you know, I’ve read one piece of yours in Hippocampus, the most memorable “Stitching the Womb,” which certainly touched a raw nerve with a lot of readers, judging by the number of comments left. Has your writing appeared in any other issues? How about in any other e-mags that I could access? I would really like to read anything else that you may have written. If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around to hear, does it really make any sound? If a writer composes a memoir, and nobody else reads it, is it really a memoir? And is the writer really a writer? Thanks again. I’ve read many of your comments attached to other pieces, and what you have to say is always insightful and thoughtful.

      • John, I was happily published in a number of journals over the past year. My bio on here in Hippocampus (beneath Stitching the Womb) contains a link to my website, which has a tab titled Creative Works–all active links are listed there. I have a new piece, Demonios Y Canciones Mi Padre, which will be included in the June issue of the Santa Fe Literary Review.

        As to your first notion of when a writer call call him/herself a writer, I say as soon as the illustrative pen touches the notion of paper–but reader response theory would argue otherwise. I suppose it depends on what we are seeking from the act of writing. I appreciate the dialogue!

        • Sheesh! Sorry you had to tell me what should have been obvious. I usually make a point of NOT checking out writers’ websites or blogs. I’ve got this thing about computers. Not liking them, I mean. I checked out your website and was impressed by your professional presentation. I was a technical writer for several years. Worked for Data Services, the mainframe computer supporting the State of Wyoming. I put out a monthly newsletter that went to some 750 state employees. That was the enjoyable part of my job. The part that wasn’t enjoyable was writing computer application user manuals. Yuck! At another time in my life I had a couple clients for whom I was proofreading Engineering studies, and I tried to build that into a freelancing business, but it was a no go. I see you had a “hiatus” from creative writing, too. Just like I did. Not quite my 40 years, I bet. I hope your creative output continues to grow, and I look forward to reading your stuff! I appreciate the dialogue, too! Easy to find around a university. Pretty scarce here in a small mountain town.

    • I think I told you that I admired the word combination you used in your comment on the Hippocampus piece “Coyote Fence.” The combination of words you used was “transcendent arc.” I liked your words so much that I used them myself just the other day in writing a paragraph about my father, and fishing:

      “Now, nearly thirty years after his death, I remember my father on those vacations. In the early 1960’s, then, he would have been forty years old. He liked to wear blue work shirts, and faded denim jeans, a cowboy hat with an owl wing feather he had found tucked into the hatband. He smoked a pipe, and now whenever I smell the aroma of Bond Street pipe tobacco, I remember him. I liked to watch him walk out into the river in his rubber waders and begin to cast. There is a beauty of movement in fly fishing, as if it were a dance, and my father’s dance with the water was a pleasure to watch. His fly rod was a delicate instrument, rising in a kind of transcendent arc, then moving forward again. The line would move in seemingly weightless loops, never getting tangled. And the fly would barely dimple the water when it landed, just like a natural insect. That was my father at his best.”

      • Oh, very nice, John! I’m such a big fan of the writing of Norman MacLean, and your writing here evokes A River Runs Through It–not just because of the fly fishing actions, but because it relates to memory and time and the mementos that embody our loved ones.

  1000. I think Mrs. Billings was cruel to do what she did. Unfortunately, public schools in the United States are not especially friendly places for anyone who is different, who is unique, who does not fit the cultural norm. Happily, it is these same people, if they are able to survive public schools, who sometimes prove themselves to be truly visionary, who bring special gifts of insight, art, music, literature, understanding and compassion to this world as no one else can. I think you must be one of these special people, to have survived, and to be sharing your special gifts in ways like writing this short memoir. I am fascinated by other cultures, and I must confess largely ignorant of Indian culture, as most Americans are. I had to Google the word “mandap” and the acronym “ABCD” to understand the title of the memoir cited in your short biography. I look forward to reading anything further you might care to share, either in Hippocampus or elsewhere! This was a great read from a unique perspective!

  1001. I guess I have more to say about this piece. What makes good writing great? Hemingway said it was something called “true-felt emotion.” I find that here, in this memoir and poetry. I have been reading this e-mag (Hippocampus) for about a year now, since I first found it, and what you wrote here is among the finest things I have read so far. Maybe it is the finest. All I can say is “wow.” This knocked my socks off.

  1002. Wonderful poetry, John–made all the more poignant by the prose you wrote before these ending lines of verse. Like the ring-setting sometimes can make a diamond sparkle in the light all the more beautifully.

  1003. A further question about composition: do you keep a journal? Did you write this from a journal? The richness of detail and the strictly linear progression of time suggest that. How else could you have remembered everything?

  1004. Hey! I LIKE Eva Cassidy. Skip the earlier releases. Go straight for “The Best of Eva Cassidy”, which skims the cream off all the early milk. My favorite is her take on Buffy St. Marie’s “Tall Trees in Georgia”, but I also love her versions of Sting’s “Fields of Gold” and Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World.” But everything on this CD is good in its own right.

  1005. Caroline–
    I have a lot to say about this piece, so bear with me. I will try to be as brief as possible and still say what I need to say.
    First of all, I would like to comment on journal-keeping. I used to keep extensive journals. Plural. I kept journals because writing and literature instructors thought journal-keeping was a valuable experience. I was never really open in those journals because I knew other people would be reading them. In those journals I wrote about writing and reading. I had no qualms about trashing those journals as soon as each class was over. My personal journals, which I wrote concurrently with the others, and wrote also when I wasn’t taking classes, and even before and after I was a university student, were a lot more honest. Finally, I stopped writing them. It took me a long time to make the decision to destroy them all. That was the right decision, I believe still today. My decision to destroy my journals has a lot to do with the quality of my life at the time I was keeping them. I was lonely and isolated, alienated from others, and maybe all my journal-keeping could be condensed into those three adjectives. My journals were a scream, a howl. Yours are not. I can understand why you might like to keep them. It would be good if your children, or your grandchildren, read them. I know that just seeing my grandmother’s or mother’s HANDWRITING so many years after their deaths is a significant experience for me, gives me pause to think and remember. Journal-keeping IS valuable in two senses. 1) It helps you recall the general tenor of your days, and 2) if you are having significant interactions with prominent people or artists who help you think, journals can be historically and artistically valuable. I think about the journals of Anais Nin, for instance, in this sense. Journals can help you clarify thought. Many writers draw extensively from their journals–they are troves of detail, much of it trivial but some of it significant, that could be forgotten otherwise. So much for what I think about journal keeping.
    What I really wanted to say about your piece, “Why I Have Refrained. . . ” is that it doesn’t work for me. Let me first put that into context, and then let me explain why I don’t think it works. The context is this: I haven’t written much for the past forty years. I am just starting to write again. It is wonderful. You are a much more accomplished writer than I have been. And you are good. This is lucid narration. I get a sense of time, of place, of person. I hear the narrator’s voice. What I DON’T get is a sense of what makes these particular happenings wondrous and momentous, what makes them special. There is a richness here that you don’t exploit. Babcia. That is a name that should be loaded with meaning. A Polish heritage that you should be able to make ring for us like a bell. Other than the daily clutter of your grandmother and grandfather’s lives (clutter you are throwing into a dumpster without sentiment) I don’t get a sense of them as people. I don’t hear their voices, I don’t know what was important to them. I kept waiting for you to discover something special, filled with meaning, like a journal Babcia secretly kept that might reveal a lover no one knew about, or an unfulfilled dream. That sort of thing. I wanted you to CONNECT with these people, tell me why they were special, so that I could connect with them and believe they were special too. Instead, I finish the memoir and I am left with nothing but the questions: Why am I reading this? Why did she write it? You don’t answer those questions, and I so very badly want you to answer them!

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  1007. Good catch, Pamela! But are you sure the sound recording by the Moody Blues quotes the written “Late Lament” exactly? Just kidding. I will accept “Cold-hearted orb.” It is almost as good as “Cruel orb.” The idea is that Eve says “Cool orb” is correct because she has been able to attain some objective distance between herself and Johnny, and the time of the Watergate hearings and Vietnam war. I say “Cruel orb” because I have not been able to attain that objective distance. Vietnam is still as much a part of me today as it was in the 1970’s. The year before I joined the army, I was taking part in anti-war protests on the CSU campus. CSU wasn’t Kent State, but a lot of us had stayed up late into the night to watch Old Main burn down as part of the violence that was sweeping the country at the time. By the way, and off-topic, I just read your “Stitching the Womb”, which I thought was very fine. I left a comment.

  1008. One of the most interesting things to me about this discussion is that (I think, based on the names and responses) only women have commented so far. Believe me, men face the same societal pressures to have children as women do. Maybe the pressures aren’t quite as forceful, but pressures are there just the same. A supposed friend made the off-the-cuff observation in a recent e-mail that “You can’t be a complete person until you have had children. They teach you so much about unconditional love.” I kid you not. This guy has a master’s degree, and has published fiction and non-fiction books. He knew that I have no children when he wrote that phrase down. It is a societal prejudice, as ugly as racism. There is a similar societal pressure to marry. Single people as they start to get older begin to more acutely feel that pressure. I know. I didn’t marry until I was 45. Some people actually believe that your life doesn’t begin, or count for much, until you have married, and fathered or mothered children. When I married at 45, I did the math and realized when I would be 60 years old, any child I might father would be entering the tempestuous teens. I remembered how awful my teenage years had been–aggravated by the “generation gap” that existed at the time I grew up, the Vietnam era–and understood right away that disciplining a rebellious, mouthy teen-ager right before I began to draw my social security check was not a good recipe for serenity in old age. Perhaps that decision was not fair to my wife, 10 years younger and from a family of 8 kids. But I understood I was not a good candidate for fatherhood. My own childhood had been anything but happy. My father and mother remained married, but basically I was raised by my mother. My father was there in body, but not in spirit. He was vacant, distant, absent. He had been abandoned, his whole family had been abandoned, by his own father, who had divorced his mother at a time when divorce wasn’t common, and married the mistress with whom he had fathered a son (half-brother to my father). As a result, my father had no strong father-figure in his life, and neither did I. It was time to break that cycle of neglect. I think in our society a lot of people have kids who don’t really want them for the right reasons, and aren’t really suited for fatherhood or motherhood. The sad thing is, some people who ARE suited, and want kids for all the right reasons, aren’t able to have them. Is it God who decides this? Fate? Luck? I don’t know. I only know that every human life is valuable, that all of us have something to give the world. I am grateful I am starting to write again, for instance. Creation is the same, whether it comes from the womb or the heart and mind. Giving hope. Sharing. Being human. That is a gift all of us can offer others.

    • John, I am THRILLED that you responded, and what an interesting observation you make about my responses (someone has keen perception) being more craft than idea oriented. You are absolutely right. I didn’t want to sway any reader as to the intentions of this piece. It is important to me, in all my work to date, that I connect to a universal, fluid human experience, rather than something specific. Yes, I take on my own grappling with infertility and childnessness, but I didn’t want this to be my “pity party” so to speak. I wanted to simply examine the experience and allow the read to resonate for different people (of both genders) in different ways. I am so thrilled to have a male read this so thoughtfully, and to emerge with your own personal insights. It has made my day, actually. It is fascinating that you and I share a heart-punch with this experience, a friend stating: “You can’t be a complete person until you have had children. They teach you so much about unconditional love.” — so here we see that sometimes we share more in life with common experience and outcomes, than common gender. Thank you so much for reading my work.

      • Yes, Pamela, I do think we are a lot alike in many ways. I would say we are “trying to write” (kind of like “practicing medicine”–when do you stop “practicing” and when do you start doing it for real? when do writers stop “trying to write” and simply write?), but I suppose as old as I am, I might as well just say we are writers. Both English majors. Readers and writers and critics of our own work and the works of others. I am glad that you took my comments so well, and as they were intended. Though our biographies can’t help but come into play, it is always the writing we are talkiing about, because that is what is most important, the product and not the person who makes the product. When we criticize what we think is bad writing, and when we praise what we think is good writing, it is always the writing that is under discussion, not the person. And the end we desire is improving the writing. That is what we are after. Making each other better writers. I used to be a runner. It took me a long time to understand that I wasn’t competing against my fellow racers. Instead, I was helping them to be better runners, and they were helping me. We were compadres, we were amigos in the great fellowship of sport. I have read one piece of yours, though I have read many of your fine comments (“transcendent arc” you wrote–what a wonderful phrase and choice of words!). If you would like to read a piece of mine in Hippocampus, I have one in the July 2013 travel theme issue called “Silent Night, Firelight.” It is the first, in fact the only, piece of writing I have published in 40 years. I also am a character in another memoir that appeared in the April 2013 Issue of Hippocampus, “First Crossing, Nogales 1971” by Robert Richter. In his piece, Richter calls me “The Poet Redmond.” In my piece, I call Richter simply “B.” We went to high school together, and then Colorado State University, from which we both graduated. Worked on the campus literary magazine together. Now, Hippocampus kind of guys. I need to publish more. That is one of my goals. It has been good getting to know you, and I hope we stay in touch!

  1009. Sorry it has taken me so long to respond. Yes, I know cancer. And my father fell just like yours. My mother was alone with him at the time. He was still at home, in his bedroom, though we later moved his bed to the living room where there was a big window he could look out. When my father fell, my mother could not get him up herself, and called me. I was fifteen minutes away. When I got there, I saw mother had covered him with a blanket so he would not be cold. She had given him a pillow to prop up his head. He was skin and bone, like your dad. I picked him up easily and put him back to bed, and we gave him supper on a bed tray. It is hard to watch them go, but we can be proud of the brave way they faced the end. Genki. Yes. Your dad had not lost it. It was just a little deeper inside. You were right to take your children. They needed to see, to understand when they are more able and older, how brave your father was being, so they can be brave too when they need to be brave. I am sorry for your loss. Three days after his funeral you wrote this? Straight from the heart. This is wonderful, raw, honest. I can assure you that time does heal, even though you never forget. We really don’t want to forget. We need to remember, so that we value every precious day all the more. We need to keep in mind what is truly important, and not get caught up in the petty details. I am glad that I got to know your father throught the words of your memoir. Thank you. Yes, written in bone, and in blood, with love.

  1010. This is a wonderful, layered piece that packs an unexpected final punch. What does our time on earth mean? How wrecked can we become by age 29? What, from our past, emerges with significance?
    I recall the Watergate hearings, but I was adolescent and unaware of the historical magnitude.
    I have to correct you both, having loved the song Nights in White Satin, and checking this to be sure … the lyric is this:” Cold hearted orb that rules the night, removes the colors from our sight, red is grey and yellow white but we decide which is right, and which is an illusion.” The poem is called “Late Lament,” and a quick Google search will confirm this.

  1011. Sorry I am so late in joining this discussion. I just realized I have something to say. The interface between the wild and tame in nature has a lot to teach us about the world, and about ourselves. I have lived in the country or the mountains most of my life, but a couple of steps toward the wilder side than most. On our acreage in the Wet Mountains in Colorado, I have seen deer, elk, antelope and bears right from our windows. Most Colorado big game animals are here, and the big predators, too. When I take my dog outside for “last call” at night, I go armed. On our walks we have sometimes found mountain lion and coyote-killed deer in the area, and we often find lion and bear tracks. Coyotes are common. Rattlesnakes live here, too, and they have bitten both horses and people I know. The couple who owned this house before my wife and I had their little dog killed by a snake. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love it though, love the wild around me and in me, too. Once my dog and I were descending the rocky bluff behind our house. From the other side of a boulder about twenty-five feet away, a big blur suddenly erupted, then was gone. I couldn’t believe something that big could move that fast. To figure out what it was, my mind had to process the moving silhouette for a second. It finally decided “bear”. I looked up the hillside, and there it was, about forty yards away. It had sat down on its haunches. I could see its ears, its little blackberry eyes. I could see its teeth. It seemed to be laughing and smiling at me like a jolly old soul. Yet in the same general area my dog and I had also found scraps of bone and hide from recently killed fawns. The wild is wild. The tame is tame, and it is a good thing, sometimes, that we have coyote fences!

  1012. What a great group of stories. Jackie Davis Martin, your exquisite recount of that painful moment broke my heart. Karen Zey, loved how you took the prompt in such a different and interesting direction.

  1013. This is a wonderfully intimate glimpse into a world I know so little about! Thank you for sharing and helping me gain at least a smidgeon of understanding. Wow. You have been publishing a lot. Congratulations on your many accomplishments. One of your gifts is an ability to explain in a comprehensible manner our great complexities of emotions and feelings as human beings.

  1014. Rooster Cogburn collapses to his knees. He understands he cannot carry the uncouscious Mattie Ross another step. Mattie has been bitten by a rattlesnake, and will eventually lose her arm from the elbow down. If Rooster hadn’t made the effort he made, she would have lost her life as well. Rooster has already ridden Mattie’s magnificent horse, Blackie, through the afternoon and night until the horse could go no further. And now he too is done for. He has carried Mattie to within a hundred yards of a remote trading post in the tribal territories of the Winding Stair Mountains (God, how could anyplace on this earth have such a beautiful name?) and all he can do now is shoot his pistol into the air, hoping someone will hear the shot and come to help. He shoots. In the distance, a light comes on in the trading post. Rooster sees the light, and knows someone will come. He heaves a sigh, knowing he has done all he could. But he makes a simple observation, realizing that as a younger man he might have been able to carry Mattie all the way. “I am grown old,” he says.
    Reading this, and reading the responses others have left, I guess that is what I have to say too.

  1015. Loved this: counterfeit, Red, and Daddy. So glad you are heading in the direction of memoir. What powerful stories you will tell with just the right touch of yearning. Great child voice. I was absolutely there with you.

  1016. I love this! It was like a movie in my mind. Complete visualization of the moment! I want more!! 🙂

  1017. OK, you win. You’re childhood was officially crazier than mine. Maybe it’s a requirement that all writers seem to have had dysfunctional families. Glad you’re back at the keyboard again. Missed you.

    • Hey Barbara, Yep, my childhood was crazy but so full of great characters. There were times when I’d wish for normal. But then I grew up and realized there’s no such thing. 🙂 I’ve missed you, too.

  1018. So evocative of time, place, person. I was there, too–in that era, I mean. I had joined the army only a few days after Nixon’s election for a second term. In advanced training a few months later, I had a buddy who would pick up a copy of the Wall Street Journal each day. It wasn’t the Washington Post, but we still followed the news. Then, after I had been at my permanent duty station for a while, Watergate became a tv event and we brought a small black and white into the office where I worked. It was important to us because Nixon’s policy of “peace with honor” was keeping our nation mired in the increasingly ugly war. That war scarred so many of my friends–military and civilian alike–if it didn’t kill them outright. I am still uncertain which was the preferable outcome. After Nixon resigned, Gerald Ford had the courage to begin the pullout, and the Watergate hearing we had watched on tv became replaced by images of helicopters being pushed into the sea from the decks of aircraft carriers. Who can forget the chaotic film vignette of that last evacuation helicopter taking off from the roof of the U.S. embassy in Saigon? Thank you for writing about something that matters! Like it or not, those times helped define the rest of our lives for some of us.

  1019. Poignant, tender and funny. I love the way it’s written with the simplicity of a child’s world view. Well done Darrelyn.

  1020. Very nice, Darrelyn. I enjoyed reading this. You’ve expressed so much with so much heart in so few words, it leaves the reader with a compulsion for more.

  1021. What a brilliant piece of creative nonfiction. I hope your Daddy found you, Darrelyn. And we will get to read about your reunion.

  1022. Fantastic. I was hooked immediately by the humor delivered through your childhood point of view. Difficult and impressive work.

    • It’s been quite a journey to discover that little girl’s words. Now she won’t stop talking. Please know we are both thrilled you enjoyed. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.

  1023. I really enjoyed this story. I have two friends from Guatemala and they always talked about how tough it was growing up there in the 1980s. I feel like I’m able to understand what they went through a little better after reading your story.

  1024. I liked this piece a lot, but I’d love to see it extended! Any plans to do so in the future?

    • That’s the one bittersweet thing about flash! Perfectly self-contained stories, and, when done well, we get attached to characters and want to know what happens next! Then again, epics like The Hobbit still leave me wanting more! 🙂

  1025. I loved this line: “At a family gathering, in my own extended family, to which I presumably belong, painful efforts are made to include me.” It was very funny and relatable. You have a nice voice throughout that is casual/conversational without being too much so, allowing readers to relate while still feeling put together.

    Overall a very well done piece. I enjoyed reading it.

  1026. The length really works for this piece. I also loved the last line–it’s very honest emotionally.

  1027. I am so impressed with this piece. Such a simple topic, really, that of wild and tame, fear and courage. One so many of us living in the “sylvan” areas of suburban So CA may have experienced, yet you elevated every segment of your journey with elegant writing and a mythical, transcendent arc. I loved this piece. Absolutely loved it!

  1028. Great story. I, too, had an interesting childhood when it came to sleeping. I was freaked out after watching the movie “Candyman,” and the only thing that made me feel better was the television set in my room.

  1029. Powerful and so true had surgery myself in Dec and was afraid to take any of the meds they gave me for pain. didn’t know if it was the pain or my wanting to use. Thank God for healthy fear

  1030. When I experience a euphoric recall type reaction by simply reading, I am experiencing the epitome of writing. Well done, well done.

  1031. The power of story. Yours took me back to my adolescent, ill conceived shot with a BB gun on a luckless squirrel. I didn’t shoot a firearm again for another fourty years, until I took up deer hunting. The power of death, and the tools that bring it, is now never lost on me; whether the tool is a firearm, my bow and arrow, a fishing pole or the mousetrap that I just set. The tool is just the tool; the real power and real responsibility is always at our fingertips.

  1032. Fabulous read! You swept me right along from the first sentence. Animals have so much to teach us. Your dog in this piece portrayed as just as much an individual character as you are. Good work!

  1033. What a powerfully poignant work. I love how you’ve used your mother’s hands to tell the story of who she was as compared to what she has become, and then made the physical connection to her through your own hands. Lovely way you bring the story full circle with the meticulous filling of the morphine bottles as your coping mechanism. This is an exquisite piece of writing. I also say, bravo!

  1034. Is the prompt as worded above? Or is it as was distributed via e-mail? I mean, the placement of the word “immediately.”
    I immediately regretted putting it in my mouth???????? Oy Vey?

  1035. I don’t know what your talking about with these bad habits of mine to pass on to our children…what bad habits? Haha! I love reading your writing because you are so careful and meticulous in how you write to make it just right. Your choice of words and the order in which they come conjure of some of the most amazing images in my mind! I know that it is scary to put your thoughts to “paper” as it were, but the results are fantastic, and I know that you will get your book published!

  1036. Love the one-two punch of fear and fantasy. Fear is such a rich source of inspiration. Glad to know I’m not the only one who see the vacuum as a weapon to be used against frightful monsters.

  1037. Huh. I happen to be avoiding doing the work right now. Today. At this moment. And I can clearly see that my fear is at the root of it. And, thanks to you, I can now see that being afraid all day is worse than actually doing it. Thanks! Wishing you a summer free of earwigs, Lisa!

  1038. Yes, beautiful essay. You have written this with power and gentleness, precision and purpose. And yet, even while we read, it is apparent that something painful must be ignored in order to read these difficult details. The way you come to your own hands at the end is a poignant bookend.

  1039. Pamela, I love humor, but I’m speaking now from utter seriousness. My sister was married at 21 and could not conceive for 10 yrs. She got on her knees and prayed. and believed God for a baby. She had four in a row. I met another woman who had been to many doctors and had many different treatments to no avail. I was there when she was prayed for. In exactly 9 months from that prayer, she had a little girl. Have you tried prayer? My book, “Miracles, Yours For The Asking” tells it all. You CAN be a mother.

    • Lucille, thank you so much for reading my piece. Your advice and care is sweet, and trust me, I prayed my heart out. But I’m actually past the years of child-bearing now. I have come to terms with the sadness, and decided that there was another plan in mind for me. If I’d had children, I very much doubt that I’d have gone back to school, got that degree, and discovered how much of a passion writing is for me. I was able to spend an entire summer in Europe and see something of the world. I still mourn the lack that childlessness brought–but I have come to a place where I can contextualize it. There is another REALLY beautiful memoir piece called End of the Line written by Rachel Hall that is a complete sister piece to mine! It also conveys the pain and beauty of these things in life for which we have no control.

  1040. Wow! What an account of the blurring boundries between man and the wild ! Enjoyed reading this !

  1041. “…that hard-to-define but universal thrift store scent. I imagine it’s what my stepfather’s pocket comb smelled like.” That there is brilliance.

  1042. Carlo – A great piece! We grew up together in Edenwald and I, too went to Al’s for my haircuts.

  1043. What a powerful essay, concise and stunning. I love this line in particular, “The long tapered fingers that smoothed and tucked, that conducted the orchestra of our days, trail aimlessly in the air, pointing toward something only she can see.” The shift to your own hands at the end ties everything together so well.

    • Lisa: I would like use your comment as a chance to make a case for longer memoirs. Don’t get me wrong, I agree with you that “Hands” is stunning and exquisitely crafted, very powerful and moving. This, I think, is what readers nowadays call “flash”. To me, it is so well-written I would call it a “prose poem.” To me, poetry is defined by the use of words in such a way that each one carries a much greater freight of meaning than the words we use in everyday conversation. That is certainly true with this piece. This is pictorial: like looking through a camera lens, we get a glimpse of something much bigger and more complicated beyond the limits of the lens, beyond the borders of the photo. There is another kind of memoir, though, one that is equally valid as an expression of art, I believe. This form of memoir is longer because it must involve change. It is not photographic. It is fluid. I think this form of memoir mirrors the techniques of fiction in some ways: the writer shows us the way something is, and then that something changes in a profound way to become different. There is no acceptable word for this change in English. “Resolution” doesn’t cut it. The French call it “denouement.” James Joyce twisted the meaning of the change he wrote about into something a little different he called “epiphany,” a sudden realization. To show you what I mean, I would like to cite another shorter Hippocampus memoir that appeared in the July 2013 issue of Hippocampus, “Blue Eyes at the Wheel,” by Anthony J. Mohr. Mohr starts out his memoir with uncertainty about his stepfather. He feels loyalty to his real father, who was an actor. He feels his stepfather is strictly a suit and tie kind of guy who plays by the rules. His stepfather, by ignoring a traffic rule, proves to Anthony that he is a pretty cool kind of person after all. That realization on Anthony’s part is epiphany. It is denouement. Sometimes plots that involve change take more words to express than pictorial type memoirs. Thinking every memoir has to be absolutely minimalist, I think, is unrealistic. Maybe I am old fashioned, but even today I would much rather listen to a piece of music by Aaron Copland than one by Philip Glass.

      • Hi John, I love the wealth of ideas in your comment. Sounds like the beginning of an essay? Thanks for the perspective. All Best, lisa

        • You are such a kind soul, Lisa. I looked back through the archive of your comments, and I couldn’t find a single one that wasn’t positive and encouraging. I am sure you know the phrase “Be the change you would like to see in the world.” I think that phrase perfectly describes you. I would like to congratulate you for being up to the challenge of home schooling your children. After going through public schools myself, I have very little that is good to say about them. Horrible! And now they seem to have become magnets, drawing deeply distrubed individuals who want to inflict hurt on the whole world. All best to you, Lisa. All best!

  1044. Powerful! I realized after I had finished that I held my breath through most of the essay. You had me there. I was feeling it, too. Well done!

  1045. This piece is riveting, so much so, that I don’t want it to end. Beautifully done, and so honest. Thank you for sharing something personal, and provoking. Loved it!

  1046. Very poignant essay, Jules. I, too, have a thing about losing the stories because my loved ones died. Why didn’t I go through every memory with every loved one and write them all down? Impossible, but it is true that the moments of missing our loved ones come in the moments we wouldn’t expect. Beautifully done.

  1047. Oh, Lisa … this is BRILLIANT. I once wrote a post about cats vs. dogs as the preferred writing pet (50/50 split on the reader survey), but you’ve encapsulated all that I feel right here — and with such eloquence. This is why I tolerate the cat-butt in my face as I type, the extra lines of inserted gibberish from paws over the keyboard, the distracting antics as the two cats square off with arched backs before playful pouncing, etc. I’m going to take some lessons from my two cats, which you’ve noted with such beauty: I am going to claim my square of sunshine today because, unlike the cat and its uncanny fearlessness, I’m licking some rejection wounds. The warmth of that sunlight is a reminder that I need to get right back up and fight the fight.

  1048. Loved reading your gun-ecaiton. My grandfather also had the only rifles I had seen prior to my time in the Marines. Almost every one else in my platoon had fired one before — I had to catch up fast! Your conjuring images brought back memories.

  1049. It’s nice to read something about guns that is not all in pro guns or all anti guns. I don’t have a problem with people in general having guns, but they scare me too much for me to handle one. I remember my parents had a gun kept under the bed when I was small, and they warned me very effectively that it was powerful, dangerous, and to be avoided no matter what. When I walked into their bedroom, I always walked as far away from their bed as possible.

  1050. Amazing. No two people are affected the same way by guns, but no one who encounters them can NOT be affected by them. This is a conversation that is long overdue.

  1051. Hi Jim — so happy to read this here! As with your other captivating essays, I love the rich details, the bits and pieces that make the experience — your experience — really come alive. Bravo! And, to tell the truth, NaNo scares the stuffing out of me. Too much pressure!!! Like you, I have to marinate. And find napkins. And naps. Cats help too, right? Cheers!

  1052. I love this. Yours is the first thing I’ve read on hippocampus, and it could have been taken from my journal, if I had had time to write one when I had infants in car seats. My death wish is maybe stronger (and recurrent and fried out of me by ECT a few times) but my wish would have come true by now without my children’s souls to counterbalance it. Lovely: thank you.

  1053. This is great. Well written and very enjoyable! I have always thought that cats were writers’ best friends. At the very least they guard your doorway while you work and wake you up with a butt in the face to get you to your desk.

  1054. Ms. Tyrrell does an amazing job
    portraying illness so outsiders can understand a snippet of what it’s like. The
    storytelling is nicely done with fluid shifts between second-person and
    first-person narrative. She meshes pain with self-discovery through vivid
    imagery, and you can’t help but take the journey with her. Can’t wait to read
    more nonfiction from her.

  1055. We are in love with the idea of motherhood. Children are so adorable—but for such a short time. When my son was 14, about the time of his first zit, I was in such an exhausted state dealing with him, I heard myself say to my friend, “Is it too late for an abortion?” I also lost a good friend during this time period. She called me up and said, “My son has run away from home,” and without thinking, I said, “Some people have all the luck.” But I have to admit, all the time before the hurricane years was a joy. (At least that’s what I keep telling myself.)

  1056. What a fabulous tribute to felines! I am allergic so can’t have any of my own but I certainly enjoy watching the antics of my daughter’s two kitties via Facebook photos. I love how you have taken their behavior and related it to the creative writing life. So many lessons to be learned.

  1057. Love it, love it! I’ve always been a cat lover, but was not allowed to keep cats as a child (other than feeding random strays) because my mother didn’t fancy having her house ruined. Then we kept moving around. But as of last week I’ve adopted a lovely, sweet-tempered adult female… or should I say she owns me? And she seems keen to sit on my and dictate the latest revisions to my WIP.

  1058. Amazing how you take our kittens behaviors and relate them to writing! Love it! Those kittens do rule our house! I’ll have to be more observant and see what the cats can teach me!

  1059. At our local SPCA, there are two sections, an adoption center for cats and one for dogs. The dogs spend 23 1/2 hours a day in a kennel alone or with a dog or two or three… depending on the social behavior. The cats however, stay in an air conditioned room, filled with toys, things to climb, and a wonderful 7 foot high clear cylinder that runs the a/c room to and large caged in play room, with more toys and items to keep them curious and content.
    One day, walking under the cross way, i looked up to see a large orange cat standing ” guard” in the middle of the cylinder; not allowing other cats to cross over either way. Each time a cat tried, the orange monster ran it back. I watched this for several minutes. Thinking it was unfair, especially in keeping cats in the play room from returning to the cool air conditioned presidential suite, i reached up and tapped the cylinder directly underneath the culprit
    You got it; the guard cat looked down at me with distain, and went back to running off “intruders” from either direction.

  1060. There is so much truth in your writing. Having both cats and dogs I found myself nodding in agreement as each line unfolded. Oh to be like a cat . . . I’ve got the napping part down but I think I need to work on the rest. Loved this so much.

  1061. I realized that I commented on your blog, but never directly here. I’ve just reread this beautiful essay as I struggle to give context to a new piece I’m waiting for. This entire piece sings, Cathy, but the ending is so artful in the way it finishes, rather than ties up, the musing. This time, the tears welled. I love it maybe even more for having reread and studied the craft.

    • Oh, Pamela, you are so sweet and amazing. Sorry I didn’t see this sooner. Your comments touch me and your support has been wonderful. You reached out and now we are long-distance writer buddies and that means the world to me. I’m so glad to know you and read your writing as well. You really to inspire me.

  1062. What a pleasure to read! The difference in cultures has always fascinated me and your ability to express your experiences truly made me feel as if I was there with you. Thank you for dedicating so much of your life to unconditionally loving children of all cultures and walks. The gifts of good teaching live on in the lives of students far beyond their school age years. Blessings on you!

      • I Thoroughly enjoyed this short story; I just wish it was longer. The emotions that evolved from the heroine, were heartwarming, then heart rendering! The concise, and generous details captured me; I felt I was there.

    • Thanks! Tell Annie she should keep up the work at gymnastics…you never know when you’ll get stuck in a snow bank. 🙂

  1063. I will murder this snow!! Great story Krystal 🙂 how did your parents feel about your near death experience??

  1064. SOOO Great! Hadley is fascinated and wants to know where she can get more of this author? Looks like this 9 year will be following your
    blog along with me. xoxo

  1065. I very much enjoyed this book and especially reading Abba’s own words. She was a colorful writer with much passion. My only quibble with the book though is that it seemed that LaPlante would not give Bronson Alcott an inch. Every time it seemed he would take a positive step forward, she would then send him three steps backwards. Because of her blood relation to Abba, I can certainly understand that she would feel fiercely protective of Abba and Abba suffered a lot with Bronson through her life. But Abba chose to remain with Bronson (and not just because divorce left women with nothing, including taking away the rights to their children) and she often defended him. She did love him – she loved and defended the ideal that she saw in him and chaffed much against the very flawed man that he was. Bronson was very complex with amazing courage and the fatal flaw of naricissism. The very thing that Abba loved about him, his strict adherence to his principals, was also the thing that placed the family in such poverty.

    Abba’s legacy is her amazing daughters, all of them. One chose a traditional path (Anna), one died young but with grace and courage, and the other two because modern career women with wonderful achievements. Abba Alcott was an amazing woman, worthy of the study that LaPlante’s books provide.

  1066. Love it when I get see emotional” word power”…..weaving your life together through connections of feelings and the written word! A beautifully written story that helps us to reflect on our own childhood, the power of nature….and the power and strength within us!

  1067. Great story Krystal! I can totally relate to this situation. I think almost everyone has a similar confidence building story from their childhood.

  1068. So much to love about this piece, and what stays with me is Katelyn’s mother’s utter lack of appreciation for her exuberant daughter-and how much the girl’s lust for life resonated with you. Beautiful.

  1069. Beautiful, truthful post, Lisa. It’s been awhile since we’ve been in touch. I’ve had a similar year, filled with my own writing lacuna. My mother-in-law died this summer, and I barely wrote a word for 10 months. I’m *just* now feeling the energy — tentatively — to start again. Sometimes it’s difficult to give ourselves the permission to say “it’s okay; I’ll be back when the time is right.”

  1070. Pamela your piece is so touching and personal,~ beautifully written. There is a connection any woman feels once they enter the world of fertility doctors. My heart shares your sorrow.

  1071. Stunning. The use of Acts, the second person, the word cloud… all of the form is as much a part of the experience as the writing itself. As someone with autoimmune issues, I relate to this, and it makes me want to celebrate that someone got the strength and tragedy of the journey down with such precision.

  1072. This is incredible. Not only do the visuals work well, the flow of the piece matches the palpable emotion of the writer. I look forward to seeing more of this writer’s work in print.

  1073. This comment was just left on my FB page, and it touched me deeply to read it. One never knows how relevant to others our particular stories might be: “Tears rolled from all the memories that came flooding back from my 20 plus years of infertility .. I re-heard all the friends with those same and similar heart aching, mind numbing comments, plus more. I re-heard the doctors voices, try this, let’s try that next, then… etc. $$$$$$.00 down the drain!!! I also re-lived the news of all the [] unwanted newborns through out the region I was living in back then. I heard my in laws telling me I was unfit for their son!, I re-lived the whole 20 plus years in just a few minutes of reading your awesome well written story. Thank you Pamela. I know my end results are different, but I LIVED through those long 20 plus years, and they just don’t go away…ever!”

  1074. This is such a beautiful piece of writing, filled with imagery and feeling within its told story. I am such a fan of Michael’s work.

  1075. Interesting piece, especially the way you brought in the various experiences and tied them all together. I have never thought that a woman was “less” because she did not or could not have a child. This opened my eyes to the feelings, thoughts, and emotions that women may go through when they cannot have children of their own.

  1076. Gives me painful twists to read this, and relief in recognition of being understood. Terrific piece!! Thank you, Pamela.

  1077. Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement, Pamela. And thank you for writing your piece. So beautiful.

  1078. Wow! This is powerful. It makes me really think about how children-centric we are as a society. My brother and his wife are childless by choice and they face some of the same kinds of hurtful and insulting comments. I love the way you ended this and broke in into segments.

  1079. What a lucky grandma to have such a devoted granddaughter. Your story echoes with how your grandmother’s love is reflected back to her in your kindness and concern. I hope every doting grandparent finds their love comes back to them as yours did to your grandma. Saying “I love you” is very different from showing love.

    • Thank you so much Linda. Your comment is very touching. I was really the lucky one to have her. But yes. We can only hope all the younger folks return that love and care their grandparents gave to them. Thank you for taking the time to comment! It means a lot.

  1080. There is nothing that brings a writer greater joy that realizing that a piece written in a solitary space can connect with others on a universal level. I thank everyone who has left comments for sharing in the journey of this piece.

    • Pamela, we’re so happy your essay sparked conversation. Yours isn’t an easy story to share, and we thank you for being brave and honest enough to write this. Thanks to everyone for reading and participating.

  1081. Never have I felt another’s pain so deeply. Thank you Pamela for sharing your story with us. Beautifully written!

  1082. I love this piece. It just makes you very aware of the pain and longing women still go through when they can’t have children despite all the progress science has made in this area. I believe the majority think women have total control over whether or not to have a child nowadays and this story reminds us that it’s just not that easy.

  1083. Beautiful and heart wrenching piece. So well done Pamela! Thank you for sharing something so personal! Bravo!

  1084. One of Pamela’ s strongest works. I am blown away by how seamlessly she captures the raw experience of stolen motherhood and the weight of the societal implications that follow. This is such an evocative piece. It hits home with me on a very visceral level.

  1085. A friend and I were just talking about how happy we are NOT to have children and as I read this I found myself understanding for perhaps the first time, why a woman would want to have a baby. It seems unfair that so many women seem to have children who are not cut out for it, and others who long for a child for the right reasons are not able to. Thought provoking great read here!

    • Hi Pamela,
      I got a Hippocampus email about its new issue and recognized your name after you made those kind comments on my Butterfly piece in Extracts. Thank you for this beautifully-rendered story about mother-longing. I went through this experience almost three decades ago, when science wasn’t as sophisticated as now. Complicated story, but I always knew I wanted to be a mom. I’m very annoyed with the attitude of “I deserve —-” or “I don’t deserve….” fill in the blanks. I don’t mean to denigrate the real pain we women have who have trouble conceiving, but we need to take a DEEP breath and realize all the awful things that happen to people everywhere, all the time, throughout history and today and put things in perspective.
      Once I decided on adoption, I knew I’d be a mother — and I was! Giving birth is wonderful — but it’s not the only way to be a mother. Plenty of women give birth (“undeserving? per one woman above? That may be in the eye of the beholder.) The point is…a mother is in the MOTHERING. That’s what counts most. Cool if you think you’re more of a woman when pregnant. A mother who wasn’t pregnant is no less of a woman — and may be a better mother. Folks also need to take a minute to “activate brain before putting mouth in gear.” I can’t believe the stupid, insensitive things people say.
      How many more horrible things happen to women on this planet than not getting pregnant (or even as a result of pregnancy where there’s not good health care). I’ll take not getting pregnant over all the hideous and horrid “unfair” suffering endured by women (and men) every day and count myself lucky if “not getting pregnant” is really the worst thing that ever happens to me. I’m the mom of two great grown-up young men now, through adoption, and I’ve never looked back. Thanks for sharing your feelings, and I know you’ll do just fine. A very poignant essay!

      • Linda, I am so thrilled to a) know that you’ve read my work now, b) reconnect with an excellent writer through this piece (thank you, Hippocampus, for believing in it), and c) to realize how many other women share not only ambiguity about becoming a mother, but also ambiguity surrounding NOT becoming one. I well remember your tender piece in Extracts, it was one that has stayed with me.

  1086. And this is exactly the reason we wanted to open up comments on our creative nonfiction. Sarah, thank you for stopping by Hippocampus (and we hope that you do find more stories that stick with you), but more importantly, thank you for your comment on Ian’s story here and for the encouragement for him to continue to write. The Creative Nonfiction theme issue sounds perfect. Ian, so glad you were able to respond. What a great conversation and connection. Happy new year to all! – Donna

  1087. You must continue writing. I scanned Hippocampus for the first time, curious to see what caliber of creative nonfiction was represented. The first lines represented on the main page all looked run-of-the-mill and I was considering leaving until I found yours. It held me the whole way through.

    The point of writing, and the point of publishing, is so we can all understand more about
    life. A small percentage of the population knows what it is like to live in a
    psych ward. An even smaller percentage can explain that feeling in words. And then
    a smaller percent that makes sure those words get somewhere where people
    can see them.

    You hold a valuable trove of experiences and insights. Understand this: If a writer wanted to write about what it Feels like to be held in a psychiatric institution, they could not. Even if they went undercover they would not feel truly ‘trapped.’ The best they can do is interview others and then interpret. That is not the same as Knowing.

    I happen to have a background in social work. Reading what it feels like for the humans on the ‘client’ end was very enlightening. We all get into our trenches in life. See things from our perspective. Your piece reminds the reader that everyone has rights, that people in extremely vulnerable situations must be listened to. It should be obvious, but everyone puts something they fear into a realm different from their own. Your work can continue to expose what to many people is a mystery.

    And good for you for finding the strength to have this man’s actions follow him.

    Listen, negative self-talk is only the darker parts of the universe trying to keep your power hidden. You have unique first-hand knowledge of life on a different kind of ‘inside’. You’re clearly observant, insightful and have a mastery of dark humor: enough to reveal absurdity, without letting go of the madness. I’m going to guess you have enough material for a book. It’d do the world a service. Keep on.

    You might consider this as your next project: A call for submissions for a Mental Health Anthology over at Creative Nonfiction Magazine. Deadline 3/1/14 4,500 words max “We want well-written, true
    narratives about the enigmatic, creative, frustrating, and triumphant moments of the recovery process and the therapeutic journey.” Sounds a little peppy, but surely your experience has a place there.

    • Sarah, I wish I could respond at length to your kind words, but this is a very difficult night. Just know that I’ve taken them to heart. Hope you’re well.

      • Thanks for your reponse, I’d hoped you’d be checking these comments.
        One hour at a time.
        To be a writer is to despair, even without the complicating circumstances of life sitting on one’s face, making it hard to breathe. Forward from here.

        • Getting in here fell smack in the middle of a crisis. I absolutely love this time of year, but for some reason it was always the time of year I’d end up in the hospital. I’ve had a lot of … group holiday dinners. 🙂 The kind where your Christmas present is given to you by a nurse, and it’s a mini bottle of Axe body spray. 🙂 It’s a shame that we can’t rely on the hospital around here. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who just hangs on during a suicidal period. Psych wards used to really help people. I still long for the day when Dr. “Patel” will have to deal with an inquiry.

          • See, that’s a story right there. Comparing and contrasting various holidays in various hospitals, quality of the gift for “a male age 18-44,” whether or not there was music and if so in what form (over the speakers, someone singing), what the meal consists of, whether the staff is sympathetic or whether they’re annoyed to have to be there too. That’s a perspective on Christmas rarely visited in print. Your continued writing would be read by those planning to become Psychiatrists and could go toward preventing future Dr. Paterls from forming. Well, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Just saying the attitudes we have towards others are affected by how much we understand them. And your story helps readers understand more. I hope tomorrow and Wednesday are filled more with the things you love about the season than those you don’t. Merry Christmas!

          • And this is exactly the reason we wanted to open up comments on our
            creative nonfiction. Sarah, thank you for stopping by Hippocampus (and
            we hope that you do find more stories that stick with you), but more
            importantly, thank you for your comment on Ian’s story here and for the
            encouragement for him to continue to write. The Creative Nonfiction
            theme issue sounds perfect. Ian, so glad you were able to respond. What a
            great conversation and connection. Happy new year to all! – Donna (posted this in the wrong thread earlier)

          • P.S. This is also one of the reasons I feel it’s important for us, as in any lit mag/commercial pub, to take risks and publish stories that go places that most people don’t — so important to expose people to things that get them out of their comfort zone. If we only read things that pertained to us, it’d be such a boring world! Reading panels are rarely unanimous on any piece for various reasons – that’s why “gut” also is so important for editors.

  1088. Thank god you didn’t crash , as I was sitting on the edge of my seat reading. Even a happy childhood has its precipices .

  1089. You do not deserve Andrew D.C. and i sincerely hope that he has the sense to walk away from u. And therapy,that might help you with a deeply unhealthy obsession with a very sad and unreal fantasy clearly linked to the sad trauma of your unsettled youth and parental separation. I am sorry. I hope you get yourself sorted and not scar Echo for life if she reads this. Try and move on from an old lethario like Steven Tyler and try and pay attention to your long suffering husband. But you probably never will,sadly.

  1090. Awesome story! Highlights the excitement of growing up and the importance of every moment when done for the first time.

  1091. I appreciate your unique take on the cliched “your life will never be the same after kids.” It startles and pushes back on how we want to imagine mothers.

  1092. Mrs brooks thank you for writing such a lovely story I have a hard time calling you by your first name since I used to be a student of yours at comstock park schools in Michigan I hope this comment finds you well I just want to thank you for everything you have taught me

  1093. Love the story. Completely brings me back to being young with my feelings of fear and anxiousness when facing the world on my own for the first few ventures. Beautifully depicted.

  1094. You’re such a wonderful wordsmith, Lisa! I love this “and yet, most writers are in love with the very words that plague us.” I am insecure when it comes to new words and vocabulary and how to use them…and I fret it endlessly while writing.

  1095. This is a terrific story. I have many memories of my childhood and the places I lived and explored, many of the best with Matt, his bothers, and our families. Matt, your expression of your thoughts and experiences that you had with my mom and I on this now seemingly distant day provokes many vivid memories of the past that remain enclosed in a precious box in my heart which isn’t often opened. Thank you.

  1096. Beautiful progression of events that shows all the inner workings of the child coming out of his shell. All the details were wonderful with the Autoschlange and the licorice as symbols for his progression of moving through something with new feelings, tastes and an expanded sense of freedom in his life. Loved it.

  1097. Thanks, dude. It was a non-event. Back in late November I was getting a big head thinking of myself as published, but when it finally happened, it was kind of less than being unpublished in the first place. At least when you’re unpublished you have no idea how uninteresting your writing is. I’m pretty sure even the people who published me have no idea who I am. They had my name spelled wrong for a while there, until I found an address to write to and tell them. I haven’t written a word since this went up. It’s too depressing to think about writing these days.

  1098. Thanks for all the kind words! It’s so nice to share my weird little experiences out here in the Gulf!

    • Hello sir, I hope you are doing good. I was wondering if there is any way to contact you? I need to ask you something related to Global Studies.

  1099. Hello Dorothy, my name is Donna Gable and I do believe I met you in 1990-91 in Tabernash, Co, or at least I am hoping it is the same gal. Please let me know if you were in Colorado in those days. Thank you

  1100. Beautifully written, Christi. Love this piece and although you can feel the pain reading it, you can also feel the love you had for your mom.

  1101. I want to thank Hippocampus for affording me the public space to tell this private story. My motivation in seeking to publish this piece was the hope that my story would encourage others to question what we are teaching our young people. The many private messages I have received and the encouraging comments here mean more to me than any contest, though I am honored to have been a part of this Remember in November.

  1102. As a teacher, poet, artist, musician, and administrator, you have already touched so many lives! Now, through this book, may you extend your warm and wise spirit even farther!

  1103. I so enjoyed reading your words and was swept up into your experience. You continue to teach by sharing – wonderful!

  1104. Recently I was REALLY low on money and debts were eating me from all sides! That was UNTIL I decided to make money on the internet! I went to surveymoneymaker dot net, and started filling in surveys for cash, and surely I’ve been far more able to pay my bills!! I’m so glad, I did this!!! – hcut

  1105. What an amazing and beautifully told story! I felt as if I was there, watching the dogs, standing at the dancing ceremony, seeing the baby’s first smile, and peering in the shoe box. It made me think of a lot of things, like the spirit of adventure, the art of teaching, the landscape of the west, and also how very different – and very similar – people can be, even across the gulf of different cultures. Thanks for sharing the great writing!

  1106. “The truth shall set you free”, except the scar remains all these years later. Insightful, courageous, well written; your use of color to underline the severity of the crime was brilliant.

  1107. Dorothy, you captivate the reader of your works, by drawing us in and making us feel we are there. You are an excellent author!

  1108. Wonderful journey through sacred lands. What a privilege
    to travel with such a thoughtful, creative and caring
    guide. Many thanks for sharing such touching,
    colorful memories.

  1109. Few are capable of seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, tasting as you do. Fewer still are capable of FEELING as you do.

    And only the most gifted of the very, very few are able to blend music, painting, and sculpting to create word pictures that CONNECT as yours do. That you have perceived and articulated the native spirit in all of us is special medicine, Dorothy.

    Your writing ranks, truly, with that of the writers we have studied, learned from, and loved all through our lives.

    Write on, Medicine Woman!

    Dale Herder

  1110. Trisha, thank you for your honesty and an excellent conversation starter for parents of young boys and girls. I’m just sorry that you had to go thru it first hand to relay such truths. I knew exactly who you were talking about from the moment I read it…I’m sorry that you had to keep this secret for too long.

  1111. Hi Dorothy,
    I love, love, loved your stories from the “Rez”. Your descriptions of the people, places and scenery evoke
    every sense. I could “smell”, “taste”, “see”, “hear” and “feel” everything you painted in your word pictures.
    Thank you for sharing this preview of what I hope will be I will be able to reading in its entirety soon.
    Vicki

  1112. Thanks Kenny and Dorothy. And yes, Dorothy, I agree–people need to read these kinds of stories. Willful ignorance perpetuates the cycle.

  1113. Who could not love your Papa after this story? Who could not appreciate your affection for him? Who could not entertain at least some consideration that the fig bottle (an intriguing character in itself) glows with some unusual presence? This is such a wonderfully told story! Never over the line maudlin, just a fine, elegant telling of love and loss. And I enjoyed Bella’s appearance as a sub-character, giving brief contrast and levity of sorts to a tale of dying. This is one to remember. And I had not heard the horns reference. Good grief. Thank you for this moving story!

  1114. Dr. Chai, I have just read your story and am sitting here processing it…grieving over the emotional physical hardships war imposes on so many individuals in so many ways, moved by the reference and respect you held/hold for your mother, and nodding my head in agreement at the frustration and doubts that often accompany the “big” questions you pose towards the end of the story. I think the repetition and repeating concern in the story of who will be at the door is so effective (and no doubt true) as a means of building tension in the arc of the story, as well. Thank you for this well-done glimpse into an experience that many of us in this country have no frame of reference for.

    • Dorothy, I came across your comment today, Jan. 2, 2014. Thank you. When I picture my mother suffer during WWII under Japan and during the Korean War, my heart still aches with deep pain. Those memories compelled me to write Shattered by the Wars. I am so grateful that Inspiring Voices of Guidepost magazine published the story in paperback last October. You can view the front pages by visiting
      http://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Wars-But-Sustained-Love/dp/146240796X

      Happy and healthy new year to you.

      Chai

  1115. Hi, Shannon. Just read the piece: loved the dialogue, loved the details! You have a fine eye, I believe. The button collection was a pretty interesting character habit…and the ones you quoted made me laugh out loud even if they were vintage, which I think was intentional. Regardless, appreciated your sense of humor lurking on the sidelines, and the vitality that sang through this essay! Way to go!

  1116. Hey, Trisha. Dorothy Brooks here. I just now have had a chance to sit down and read this piece (I didn’t want to skim through it during an overloaded week.) I say good for you. Gutsy story, well written. Content needs to be read by many, regardless of discomfort. A universal learning here, valuable insight for others! Way to go!

  1117. Dorothy,
    I’m a Littlefield, TX, classmate of Sue Thomas, who shared your Navajo Rez memories with me. I was a dust bowl kid raised on a dryland cotton farm in Bula near the New Mexico border, and my only family vacation was a trip to Taos in the early 50s when one could actually climb the cliff dwellings and explore the Great House without ropes or a sign of security. My first teaching experience was in the hills of Tennessee, so your stories resonate with me. (My dad liked to tell me that I am 1/64th Cherokee since one of my great-greats married a Cherokee woman.) I only taught a few years and most of my 35 years in education was as a superintendent of schools in Pennsylvania near Philadelphia. Over the years I have kept a file titled, “An Upperlifter for a Downer Day,” which includes notes like the one Beverly wrote to you. The following quote which I have kept in my wallet for over 30 years, now yellow and torn, was from a teacher and it it reminds me of you:
    “Only the brave teach, only the men and women whose integrity cannot be shaken, whose minds are enlightened enough to understand the high calling of a teacher and whose hearts are unskanably loyal to the young … It takes courage to be a teacher, and it takes unalterable love for the child.” — Pearl S. Buck
    Thanks for sharing your teaching experiences in the Land of Enchantment.

    • Hi, John,
      What a real pleasure to read your post just now! And what a range of educational experiences you have lived. I am so pleased that one child’s note, and after all these years, continues to touch lives. I had not come across the Pearl Buck quote before, and treasure it — thank you for that. I count myself fortunate to have been in education all those years at the particular time I was. Always a challenge, but so many more issues now. I give great credit to those just entering the field… Thank you so much for responding to my stories and for making the time to comment. I appreciate it, and all good wishes! Dorothy

  1118. Loved this. You have a wonderful, self-deprecating sense of humor and a vocabulary that makes my brain buzz with delight. I especially enjoyed how you introduced yourself in the first paragraph then BAM we’re in the desert (without the need for some long set-up). Keep writing, sir. You’re really good at it.

  1119. Kevin, I just read your story and never looked up…you had me there in the desert with the delight of your students from the moment I started. Your voice comes through so strongly, I would have willingly kept reading on for pages! Great work! Thank you for this glimpse of life many of us know nothing about.

    • Thank you, Kenny! I’ve thanked those I know, personally, but it means just as much to hear from those I don’t know.

  1120. Beautiful stories. They resonated so much with my experiences there as well. The little girl’s note was the kicker. Really choked me up and I understand how you couldn’t leave after that. Bravo!

  1121. This interview has convinced me that I need to read “Handling the Truth” by Beth Kephart. It has already answered a few questions for me. Thank you.

  1122. The cynic in me wants to believe so badly that there are no such things coincidences but it is stories such as this that make me change my mind. So beautiful.

  1123. Dear Hi-Dong,
    Thanks so much for your story! I’m actually teaching the Korean War to my students–the same group that appears in my story, Honorary Sister, on this very site–and it is so nice to have a personal account to balance out the large-scale political and military material we’ve been discussing. Very moving piece! All the best. Kevin

    • Kevin,
      Thank you for reading my story, which is a part of Shattered by the Wars, the story of my family during WWII under Japan and during the Korean War. After completing this story in June this year, I realized that this might me a good story for Americans to read and appreciate how fortunate they are to live in America where no foreign soldiers tell them what god to worship, what language to speak, what flags to fly…
      Shattered by the Wars is on Kindle, and Inspiring Voices of Guideposts magazine will publish the story in print form before the year end.
      Take care,
      Hi-Dong Chai

  1124. Great read. I was a total vomiter. I even had my own bucket to carry to school with me–a purple and white K&B gallon ice cream bucket from the local drugstore. And I agree with you about the connections not only to anxiety but to empathy and to the ways that these characteristics manifest themselves throughout our lives.

  1125. Great extended metaphor. Love how you packed your prose with those lovely nautical terms. My favorite phrase–a burned-out boat, a hulking wreck that begs a tale.

  1126. Love how you equate the artistic life with the tides . . . so very true. Life’s lessons aren’t always easy or comfortable in the beginning but they are all part of our journey of learning and growth. Take care of you. xoxo

  1127. Simply amazing and so eloquently sweet. Those subtle moments of childhood and then roles reversed are one and the same. Thanks for sharing this touching story.

    • Dean, thank you so much for your comment. I’m so happy you took the time to read it and to comment! Makes me happy that people are liking it and reaching out. 🙂

  1128. I just got the most touching comment about this essay from a woman caring for a relative with Alzheimer’s. I have to share:
    “THANK YOU, Cathy. What a beautifully written essay. Your grandmother was a lucky woman to have such a loving, caring granddaughter. Your story really impressed upon me how important them” simple” things such as touch, doing ones’ hair, etc. can be to our loved ones. Your essay- the words and the sentiment woven within the words moved me. Beautiful!”

  1129. Cathy,

    What a beautiful story! I really appreciated the subtlety of dementia portrayed – it didn’t overwhelm the story. I also enjoyed all the rich imagery of the narrator bathing her grandmother.
    Beautifully done!

    Cyndi

  1130. Trying to do that same act for my husband with Alz. I will incorporate your thoughts during his next shower to help make sure he is enjoying every second, just like your Grandmother. Joan

    • Joan, thank you so much. Finding something beautiful in the mundane is helpful in dealing with such a heart wrenching disease. My thoughts are with you and your husband. If no one has told you lately…Thank you for all you do! You are doing a beautiful thing.

  1131. Great job on this piece, Cathy. I can totally relate to your story since I presently bathe my mother in very much the same way you described–weekly–and I can remember her bathing me as a child.

    • Thank you so much Maya! I’m so glad to have made a connection about such an intimate act. It helps to share this with each other.

  1132. What a fun and engaging essay. I love the dynamic between the narrator and Lindsey. The characters really come through as three-dimensional. Love it.

  1133. Alexandra, I’ve been where you were. You brought back the memories – the things you say to yourself inside your head because you can’t say them aloud at the time. I love your writing style and imagery.

  1134. Thank you for the interview of Mary Evelyn Greene, author of “When Rain Hurts.” Providing this information is a great public service as well as very interesting reading.

  1135. Levi and Gouvernail: What wonderful words to honor author Donald Anderson. Thank you for reading my interview with him. – Lori M. Myers, Interviews Editor

  1136. Still my most inspiring teacher at USAFA. His teachings on literature, leadership, the truth (and the power of fiction) and life were a great relief from a lot of the typical teachings. I left USAFA almost ten years ago and still look back on his conversations often and with a smile.

  1137. Mr. Anderson is an anhaga, alert to his surrounding and experiences of his journey. Most writers, including Anderson, have to have a lonely corner in their psyches, and it is that precipice providing the visions that create the beauty to change others’ lives through the words they write.

  1138. Really terrific piece! I’ve walked in your shoes on this one. You nailed it– the over-thinking, the wanting to protect, the muddled emotions. Great work!

  1139. I seldom (never?) post a response, but loved this essay–the voice, the dilemma, even the bio.
    Lovely, and yes, so familiar.

  1140. Very touching essay, I enjoyed reading it. Lovely closing and the cosmos line – hilarious – cool dad.

  1141. Fast paced and compelling writing – just great storytelling. I also enjoyed Song Collectors – it was like an Indiana Jones scene!

  1142. As Lisa wrote, so many great details that have me feeling like I was right there living the moment with them. Great writing.

  1143. How lucky you all are – to support one another in all your individual and family endeavors. I agree with “World’s Best Husband” – trying to pick a favorite piece of Lisa-writing is basically an impossible task. It was interesting to “see behind the curtain.”

  1144. Loved reading the inside scoop. I swear we couldn’t do half of the things we want without an amazing husband or family to support us. They’re the best. As for animals they often drive me crazy and I often curse when I have to deal with the litter box or they are bugging me for food but at the end of it all their individual characters, the love they give us, the laughs and those content moments . . . . they’re worth it.

    Fun insight.

  1145. I love this! What a wonderful family you have. And yes, I suspect that up to about the age of 13 children will always want more of us, while after that age, they will get embarrassed to have us around.

  1146. They’re an amazing family, Lisa! I grinned as I read. World’s Best Husband sounds so supportive. I’ve got one of those. We’re the lucky ones, aren’t we? Wishing you a wonderful summer of writing and family love!

    • Um… In case she reads this, when I said “I’ve got one of those,” I meant a supportive spouse, not a World’s Best Husband. 😉

  1147. This essay is so rich with details, like a feast. I love the choice to use present tense — everything here feels immediate and real.

  1148. I was engaged from the first sentence, and loved the details and the atmosphere you create throughout. Powerful!

  1149. As the mother of two feisty, spunky girls, this rings so true for me. I have this same debate in my muddled head, trying to protect them from the peer pressure I imagine — or the peer pressure sunk in my own past. I love how you describe every nook and cranny of this dilemma with a resounding “yes” at the end. Thank you.

  1150. Hi Renita!

    Love your story. Very visual Hope your daddy found a job. Nothing worse than being out of work for a man.

  1151. Your writing is magnetic! As a teacher, I was fascinated by the window into the child’s mind and heart. As a writer, I was engaged by your voice and genuine quality. What a great story and piece of writing. Glad I found it — glad you wrote it! 🙂

    • Hi, Sue:
      As an educator, I’m sure you are aware of the life lasting impact teachers have on their students – all too often under appreciated. Thank you for writing and sharing your perspective – glad you enjoyed it!

  1152. Gorgeous writing, mesmerizing story — couldn’t have pulled myself away even if I’d wanted to try. Beautiful

  1153. Matt–

    Place and landscape are certainly important. Somehow they help us define and understand ourselves. My parents were living in Estes Park, Colorado when I was born. I spent my first five years there, and returned in my 40’s. I couldn’t believe how much Longs Peak and Rocky Mountain National Park had imprinted themselves upon my soul. I can’t seem to be happy now away from mountains, and always seek them out wherever I go. I am sure in your wanderings you and jade have found some special places, too.

  1154. Lovely essay, Hayley. With honesty and a lovely pitch, it delivers what it promises in a touching manner. Hope to see more of your work in HC and elsewhere.

    • Thank you for reading my essay, Anthony! I was so impressed with your piece, and I appreciate the kind comments. I am also highly impressed you were in an improve theater group – I bet those experiences would make some great essays!

  1155. Stiuart, this has to be the best piece of Niva adventure writing I’ve read to date. I’ve even had recourse to try my own hand at the genre, having been in similar situations over the years. Fantastic, and hilarious. Please write more!

  1156. Brilliant, simply brilliant… and having lived in Georgia, known and loved the Georgians and their polyphonic music and their collective cultural death-wish while sitting behind a steering wheel… this wonderful piece made me laugh, and at the same time, not miss being in one of those sh*tty Nivas or Ladas being driven by a Georgian who believes, truly, that whenever it’s his turn to die, oh well!

  1157. A lovely, lyrical essay. What a memorable night! I’m glad you started writing again – keep going!

    • Thanks for reading my memoir excerpt, Hayley. Thanks, too, for responding with your comment! I don’t know which would be worse–not writing creatively for 40 years, or finally writing again and having no one notice! I’m glad you noticed. Your own memoir has certainly elicited lots of empathetic comments. Good job.

  1158. Great writing and a touching story. I’m sorry for your loss – I bet your husband would have liked this essay. I once heard Einstein was terrible at directions and got lost frequently – we’re in good company.

  1159. I enjoyed this piece – your inner struggle (stay vs. go) is well written and universal. I’m glad you survived! (And the picture is awesome!)

  1160. I really like this essay – a well written, small portrait that says a lot. I’m sorry for your loss – Stan sounded cool.

  1161. Great review – I live documentaries and this sounds like a good one. I certainly have a better understanding and more respect for these kind of performance artists after reading your piece.

  1162. Excellent interview – a lively and insightful exchange of ideas. I always like when interviewers add a personal approach to open an article, and Joan and Pat did not disappoint. Ilgunas appears clever and likeable and I enjoyed his ideations on sacrifice, responsibility and frugality in this day of massive overspending. (And I would have seriously dug the van, too!) I look forward to reading his book – it makes me think a bit about Wild by Cheryl Strayed – I have been craving another outdoorsy, sacrifice, personal gain/change book since I read it. Great job!

  1163. I found so many helpful passages in this well-written article. It can be so difficult and frustrating when you just can’t get that story’s journey going. I can spend an embarrassing amount of time on a piece and still not get it right. I liked the suggestion to write every day about one simple routine activity. I am going to try that and see, as you said, what themes emerge. Also, you can’t go wrong taking advice from John McPhee. I’ll let you know if I find that perfect ending.

  1164. Really enjoyed this story. Perfectly captures the thoughts and voice of the young narrator. Well done!

    • Thank you for reading my essay, Risa! I consider that a big compliment coming from you – I read your craft essay and found it to be smart, helpful and very well-written.

    • Risa–
      It is great to receive a comment from someone such as you concerned with the craft and process of writing. I have enjoyed reading your pieces as well.

  1165. Lovely story–such vivid detail.Perfectly captures the family road trip, being stuck in the back seat with siblings, the silent communication between parents, and the mysterious stranger–all from a child’s perspective. Well done.

  1166. We have the Temple Grandin of directional and proprioception deficit here.. with a lively sense of humor.

    • The offense is the best defense. Perhaps you’d also like to hear about my struggles with amusia.

  1167. Funny, smart and sensitive story-telling, without a hint of sentimentality. Thanks for the wonderful read.

    • Thank you for all the nice comments, Theresa! That’s right – I left the sentimentality on the shore.

  1168. Wonderful essay, Hayley! This piece brought back to many memories for me…memories of my mother. My father took her to see Jaws on their first date, and some 45+ years later, she still can’t swim in a lake without looking over her shoulder for the fin!!!! Your essay has the perfect amount of humor and lyricism. God, I’m still laughing at your ending.

    • Thank you for reading my essay, Jody! That is hilarious about your mom – she is still traumatized – I can relate!

    • Jody – you are one of our two winners for the Walden on Wheels giveaway! I’m not sure if you subscribed to this comment thread, so I hope you see this. If you do, please email us your address using the contact form on the site. – Donna (P.S. I will try to find your contact info in case you don’t see this after a few days!)

  1169. My Type I diabetic brothers in law died in their 40’s. It broke my heart. You did a great job describing Sean — much like my husband’s beloved and gone brothers.

  1170. Thanks for the interview! As someone about to graduate with an MFA in fiction and a boatload of student debt, I’m very interested in simple and sustainable living.

  1171. What a fantastic piece of work! You have done an amazing job inspiring our daughters to be confident and able in all fields of academics as well as life in general! I agree that “falling forward” is really the only way to move forward in learning. I will have to share this with those with whom I work! Great job, Lisa!

  1172. I love this piece. I have a nephew who was a terrific athlete. Basketball. Was being scouted as a sophomore in high school by a major land grant college. Then he lost his leg in a stupid shooting accident when he broke every rule of tun safety ever concocted. I live far enough away, I don’t see him often now, but his mom says he does drugs from time to time . . .

    • Amy – Thank you for the feedback and for taking the time to write in. Nice to know the memoir kept your attention to the end!

  1173. Loved this. I’m having to relearn how to “traipse through knowledge like a playground” again myself. Life’s pretty amazing if you kick cynicism and self-doubt to the curb.

    • Hi Chris — thanks so much. I love, love your essay on trucking. Glad to know we’re on a similar, stumbling, traipse-y journey.

  1174. ” Failure is not something to be avoided but something to be cultivated” – I need to have this tattooed on my forehead. Your daughters are lucky to have a mother learning right along with them – opening wide the doors of knowledge.

  1175. Lisa, I just love you and your girls. I always seem to relate so much to the things you talk about. To this day I am terrible at Math and Physics was probably my all time worst subject at school. The idea of ‘falling forward’ really resonated with me and seemed like the two words that I needed to hear right now. I’m going to embrace them going forward and give the boxes I put myself in a little kick now and again. Your posts are always a gift. Thank you.

    • I love that “falling forward” concept too. It takes some of the sting out of perceived failures. (The girls and I love you right back!)

  1176. Robert, what a great piece of writing!… you definitely transported me back in time, reminded me of what a piece of work I was as a kid, how little has changed since then, and how much I love and owe to my Parents for always having been there for me, and what hell I put them through! lol…

    Keep up your great work, noting but great things can come out of it!.

    • A.A. – a gentleman, scholar and rockin’ rocker – Obviously your parents did something right! Rest assured that you haven’t mellowed – you are, as the song says, “still crazy after all these years” – something to celebrate.

  1177. You have raised fascinating questions here. As you talk about your own daughters, I am seeing that one key to their developing amazing skills in both the sciences and the arts might be the extra doses of confidence you as their mother are giving them. I am quite sure that the smarts are there too, but I wonder how many people who lean toward artistic tendencies (writers, visual artists, etc.) might have had some abilities in math and/or science that got lost in the shuffle. And what we believe we can do is what we are able to do. I had an absolutely dismal experience in junior high/middle school when the “new math” was introduced. Unfortunately, I did not have an understanding, caring algebra teacher. After that, I was totally turned off to math and science. Didn’t even sign up for basic chemistry or trigonometry.

    In my fifteen years experience as a teacher, I saw the impact it had on kids when the people guiding them believed they could do it and, in turn, they believed in themselves. Your two girls sound absolutely amazing and I am glad you are encouraging them in such diverse subjects. They are going to have so many more choices when they reach their college/career years.

    • Judy, I always love your insights as a teacher. “And what we believe we can do is what we are able to do” –so true! I think you’re right about encouragement and faith. I’m sure I talked myself out of being “good” at math and science. Now, I’m talking myself into trying, learning. My girls inspire me, for certain.

  1178. I found this piece hilarious. As a American of Chinese descent myself, the thoughts you portrayed played with the assumptions and stereotypes in a very engaging, satirical manner. I loved the tension you used to convey every self conscious college-bound teen who is aware of the attitudes towards their ethnicity. I would love to read more of your work.

  1179. I love her. I would like to add, tho, that I was a fat cow in high school but also voted prom queen, so anything can happen! (I went to a weird high school)

  1180. Clever piece. A neat way to capture the concept of “getting old.” I especially like the recurring dialogue with the mother/daughter banter.

  1181. Great piece, Lisa. And that is a perfect description of Language of Flowers! I can imagine a story of yours with an alligator hanging from the ceiling. 😉

  1182. Beautiful imagery in this piece. I appreciate the symbols and connections of growing up, archival preservation, the ritual of correspondence, and the evolution of communication through technology.

  1183. Pretty cool essay. Letter writing has gone the way of the Dodo for almost all in the age of email. Used to like swapping letters with you and my cousins etc.

  1184. Sometimes in today’s hectic pace of life, it is great to be
    teleported to a different place and time…
    I can hear the chalk as it writes on the board, I can smell the wax of
    the Crayola crayons and I can see your red bow-tie with matching suspenders. It all seems so familiar yet distant. What stands out for me is the love you
    received from your teacher and your parents.
    Yes, we carry our “nervousness” to adulthood, but it’s made much more
    bearable with the help of those who love us anyway.

    • Greetings, Clark,

      I appreciate that this tale of life in 1960s Brooklyn, New York found a place in your imagination. I’ve heard from many readers both on and off this page citing their own childhood experiences, some tender and emotional, some traumatic and heartbreaking. Your conculsion, however, if well taken: the unconditional love from parents and teachers in childhood leave an indelible mark on all of us “nervous” kids. Thank you for acknowledging that.

  1185. Love! Had to send this to my friend in the Lower Garden who’s feeling guilty today about drinking too much. We’re Louisianians so it’s unavoidable.

  1186. I’ve been a Type I diabetic for over 25 years and loved your story. Writing is well done of course but I’m floored at how helpful you were to your man. No one has ever done that for me so in addition to being a great writer you’re a great person. 🙂

  1187. Talk about taking you back to smell of chalk in the classroom. What a great story. It made me think of my Miss Regenbogen except her name was Mrs. Wood and it was third grade. She made all the difference in my life and I will never forget her. Thank you so much for this great story, Robert.

    • Thanks, Mary Lou, and congrats to another teacher who made a difference – and left a wonderful memory.

  1188. I’m sobbing here. I was less a vomiter and more of a acting-outer, although I did grace a few parking lots and school lobbies with my secretions. I still can’t drive on certain highways. Maybe it would have been different if I’d had a Miss Regenbogen instead of Miss Lewis.

    • Dear Nina – thank you for sharing your “nervous child” anecdote – truly horrifying. As an optimist, I’d like to think that for every Miss Lewis there’s an ample supply of Miss Regenbogen’s out there changing lives, past and present. We need to hear more of their stories.

  1189. The Time Life Mysteries of The Unknown, How Can You Explain It? With the Grey Aliens did it in for me!!!

    I was 8 and I was watching Mr. Ed on Nick At Nite, Around the first week of September of 1988 the Time Life Commercial came on, I liked the first 2 that came on the first one was with the sock puppets, and the tomato stealing shoplifter, you were watching the second one which I liked the most. It went like How Can You Explain it, a woman in Wisconsin was doing the dishes while suddenly, followed by the grey aliens. The 1 minute version of How Can You Explain it aired first, followed by the longer 2 minute version of with A Man heart stops beating in the Hospital which aired on Trapper John M.D. back in January of 1989. I had nightmares for weeks. Watch the YouTube video of Mysteries of The Unknown, it has both the episode you just mentioned that came on in the Fall of 1987, and the one that did me in from Sept. 1988

    I wish someone had the very first episode of that series. Cover your eyes after 2:21!

  1190. What a fantastic story! I loved being transported to that 1960’s classroom at P.S. 16 where I got a true sense of the desperation both Robert and his parents felt and had empathy for them both. As a parent of a “nervous child”, it’s humor gave me a new perspective on how lack of control can really affect a child and how our desire to have everything make sense as an adult is not always possible. Sometime we just need to embrace what is without looking for an explanation.

    • Thank you for sharing your perspective as the mother of a “nervous child,” Nadine. Your experience mirrors what my parents felt at the time: pure exasperation. Yet beyond this desperation was their desire to solve my “problem” and see me smile again – it’s what all parents want for their kids. And what you discovered is true – “sometimes,” as the saying goes, “it is what it is.”

  1191. Mr. Weinberger’s writing is always funny and touching at the same time. Settings change, but the experiences are universal. Can’t wait to read more!

    • Your summed it up perfectly, Arel – “the universal experience” – thanks for returning for another visit – and yes, there is more!

  1192. Once again, Robert Weinburger has given us a glimpse into his very personal and private pain. Being school phobic could have continued and could have been more debilitating, but he was saved by an understanding and kind teacher and a therapist who helped him define the incident without blame. These people allowed Robert to move far enough away from kindergarten to write a funny and insightful piece. He is able to integrate who he was into the empathetic adult he is.

    • Hello, Ronnie, and welcome back to Hippocampus! Sometimes one simple word about how we’re “wired” helps to explain who we were “then” and who we’ve become “now.” And judging from the feedback I’ve received, many a “nervous” child evolved into an empathetic and caring adult.

  1193. What a wonderful story! The writer inhabits his 5 year-old self and his adult self at the same time, not an easy feat. And we also get a glimpse into the world around him: parents, brother, and long-suffering but patient teacher. This was a most pleasurable read.

    • Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Risa, and for your appreciation of the past, present and the adults who made all the difference.

  1194. Chekhov, I believe, once remarked that the best writing is about ordinary
    people doing ordinary things. This piece by Robert Weinberger is splendid
    writing, and like all good writing it’s captivating, but enlightening, as well,
    and it’s about ordinary people doing ordinary things.

    Good writing “takes you there,” another place, another time, another
    culture, somebody else’s life. Vicarious? Yes, but the closest we get to
    getting out of our own heads and the straits of our own history and experience.
    I grew up in small town Arkansas and could have no idea what it was like to grow
    up in a Jewish family in New York. This piece, as his others, gives me a slice
    of what Robert Weinberger’s childhood was like–a very realistic slice.

    And that’s what makes life interesting. Wouldn’t it be boring if we all
    grew up and lived the same lives?

    What’s remarkable, though, is its vindication of the phrase, “plus ça
    change, plus c’est la même chose.”

    Childhood fears, teen age self-consciousness, those things are universals,
    part of growing up, and they show up in strange ways: Weinberger tells, in a
    witty, poignant fashion, his unexplained, never explained inability to stay in
    kindergarten for some weeks without (literally) throwing up, much to the dismay
    of, well, everyone with a connection to Robert Weinberger.

    And, big brothers always find younger brothers a pain in the behind and
    delight in exacerbating whatever discomfort the Pain in Behind is going
    through. Weinberger tells about his older brother making fun, and I immediately
    recall my older brother, for his amusement, sending me on fool’s errands for
    which I was blamed while he laughed. I behaved in school, he was the class
    clown. I got caught, he never did. It seems that happened in Jewish families,
    too!

    This is a funny, but realistic, view of the kindergarten of “one boy’s
    life” as a Jewish kid growing up across the street from the Coney Island
    amusement park, fearing serial killers in the dark, puking on his classmates,
    enduring the doting of his parents, and the disdain of his older brother. Most,
    perhaps all, children find some part of the world fearsome. For me it was dark
    and imagined monsters, for Weinberg it as school and Albert Desalvo, the Boston
    Strangler. His story takes us back for an engaging look at what that time of
    our lives was like.

    • Greetings, Lee:

      What’s most gratifying about memoir writing is when readers identify with the writer’s experience, regardless of geographical, cultural, philosophical or even religious differences. That the Arkansas boy in you found the humor and pathos in me, a kid from Brooklyn, speaks volumes about the universal appeal of sharing our childhood demons – and all of us have them – from monsters
      in the closet and the Boston Strangler to first day school terror. Thank you for the eloquent analysis.

  1195. Wonderful story filled with subtle emotion and tenderness. I began reading and couldn’t stop. Thank you, Robin, for sharing this.

    • Hello, Karen,
      Who ever could have imagined at the time that the ”kindergarten years” would bring a smile to anyone’s face? Certainly not my long-suffering parents! Or teacher! Looking back now, I can see how it could. Thank you for writing and sharing.

  1196. Thanks so much for your comment, Linda. I think that self-publishing has become another option for writers along with a traditional big publisher or small press. Small presses are wonderful and, from what I know, would not restrict the marketing efforts of a writer. They want to see writers succeed and many do what they can in the marketing arena to get an author’s book out there in the world. Paula Margulies confirms that an author can expect to do some amount of marketing no matter who publishes the book.

  1197. Karen, I was so touched by your story. i too had a mother with Alzheimers. She went from assisted living to memory wards to my sister’s house with aides taking care of her, back to the memory ward. Eventually she stopped talking. Her drinks had to be thickened. We never could know if she was in pain. I prefer to think she was not. At ninety, she stopped eating and they called us in to say goodbye. She was surrounded by her children when she died.

  1198. My husband and his son communicate by watching basketball (Duke mostly). You and your Grandfather communicated through fishing. With Jordan you might need see a few Red Sox games. Good luck.

    • I often watch him play in the town league. We did see the Sox beat the Yankees at Fenway in 2011; we blame their subsequent collapse on Grammy falling asleep in her seat.

  1199. Lois, you took me back. I had forgotten, after all these years, what it was to be twenty in the 60s. Dressed inappropriately, wanting to fit in somehow, interviewing in suits for menial jobs. Now we’re in the 60s for real, and you do a wonderful job of bringing those “Mad Men” days alive. That’s exactly how it was. Sigh.

  1200. Tears were already coming to the corners of my eyes by the third or fourth paragraph. This piece speaks so honestly, so simply, and so clearly to what it means to be family in this beautiful, fucked-up world. Thank you, Ali, for being brave.

  1201. Wonderfully written piece–really enjoyed the read. Should be required reading for 20-year old women!

  1202. I get some of it the decision on wether to go fishing with your grandson or grandfather, it’s kind of hard, but you grandfather does disappear faster than your grandson so cherish the thought

    • Right you are. Grampa disappeared 50 years ago, and I’m trying to keep some memories alive. Not to mention leaving something to amuse my grandchildren years from now.

  1203. Wonderfully written piece, Lois. You took this reader along on your heartfelt and hopeful journey; you captured the heartbeat of the times.

  1204. This is not what I expected when I went to read a personal or
    memoir essay sample from your article on The Armchair Genealogist. I have a style and never thought to write the family history this way. This is truly a wonderful story. I will tell my family that if I end up like your mother, I want gold lame thongs too. What’s not said in the piece speaks louder than the words here.

  1205. Wow. I love the details and the images, and, like an earlier commenter, I love the way the structure of your essay reflects the many struggles you were juggling. There’s a sense of being overwhelmed and of overcoming, which I imagine must be difficult to balance.

  1206. Wonderful story. Can’t wait for the Memoir. Really. If it gets published maybe you can put me on the list of people to contact.

  1207. Thank you all so much for leaving such incredibly thoughtful comments. I’m grateful and truly touched at receiving some of the highest compliments imaginable. If anyone wants to buy a cabin in Alaska now, or get a dog, I can’t think of anything more wonderful to come of writing. Much joy.

  1208. Beautifully done Claudia. Thanks for a sweet and profound memory. I can just see you and your red keds racing on that tricycle. You also let me sense a strong Lecretia too. Thank you.

  1209. This is hilarious! And I agree, it would make the great beginning to a novel or short story. And as you say, your vocabulary is improving, too. Trust a writer to find this bright side — I’d have done the same! Nice essay!

  1210. Beautiful. I can’t even pick my favorite; there’s so much.
    It’s nice to hear your voice, again. I miss you “back east,” Jess.

  1211. Much of your story’s imagery popped from the page! Perhaps my favorite: the brown-black ‘dog’ who momentarily slipped in and out of your life at Denali, ending in that beautiful paragraph that
    begins: “That’s just how it is…”

  1212. I read this again and was reminded of my favorite part. “It practically demands of you: identify the parts, the important ones.” Boy you hit that one on the head. Well said.

  1213. “…only to turn and have the path blocked by a big mama moose standing in front of my outhouse. Both of us distracted by a dancing sky and howling dogs.” – Great turn of phrase! Loved it. Made me want to buy a cabin in Alaska.

  1214. This is a great passage. I felt like I was at the table with you and your uncle, listening to those wonderful gems of truth. I especially enjoyed the quiet remark,

    “This world is already too full of men convinced they are right. Don’t become one of them.”

    Also, the part about all the frustration and anger and pain in the artist’s world being blessedly relieved during the last stage of the process is a beautiful reminder that striving after art or science is painful but rewarding. Thank you.

  1215. I love how your essay’s structure reflects the inner conflict you’re feeling at the time–the overwhelming sense that so many things are pulling at you–from a disintegrating marriage, to moving into a cabin in twenty below temperatures without heat, to feeling compelled to help others in distress. Very nice. Write more, please.

  1216. really nice job capturing the frustrations and joys of dry-cabin life in the interior. a beautiful evocation of place. strong stuff.

  1217. I’ve read Demanding This three times now–each time nudged by gentle nuances in tone and feeling. Although I’ve never been to Fairbanks or Denali, never traveled the road, met the dog only once, and could only wish for the courage to live in such a shack, you paint a picture that comes to life! Wonderful writing!

  1218. The balance between internal and external conflicts is much appreciated. In the stretch of space between these two tensions, a rich world for discovery emerges. Thank you for sharing both the hardships and beauty of that world. I enjoyed this immensely.

  1219. A good story, a really good story, allows the reader to enter the life of it’s characters. To experience the joy or pain, the pleasures or frustrations of the those involved. Freezing, covered in kerosene, watching lights dance in the sky with frozen eyelashes, thank you for an experience beyond the life I have lived.
    This is a really good story and I hope to read many more.

  1220. Reading the essay put me into the situation so completely that I needed to turn up the heat and add extra clothes. You have captured the essence of the daily struggle to simply survive in such an unforgiving environment. I truly appreciated the positive attitude that you continued to have in the face of incredible challenges. Please keep writing.

  1221. I loved this essay. Loved it. I shared it on Facebook and everyone who’s taken the time to read it has thanked me for that pause in their life. “…a bedroom wall that, for most of the winter, held that same frostiness that Popsicles ® get when they’ve been in the freezer too long…” Awesome.

  1222. “And yet, it’s an enchanting moment. This place is mine. It will be mine.”

    That gets me every time. You are, simply put, my favorite writer.

  1223. Oh, my! This one had me laughing out loud. I can’t wait to read the story that results from this “snafu in the search engines”. Perhaps you will convert some of those porn searchers to your brand of magic – now THAT would make a good story 🙂

  1224. Who knew that porn afficionados were such poor spellers? Very funny stuff, Lisa! ( Did you find out who’s nailin’ Palin? Or was Todd the costar? 😉 ) Good luck ridding yourself of your new non-followers!

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  1226. Thanks so much for your kind words on my piece. And I, thoroughly, admire your writing–that first line pulled me right in.

    Carey

  1227. Sorry Lisa I had to laugh but I’m sure it’s not funny. I have no idea what milking is but I’m sure I don’t want to find out. I can just imagine the surprise and confusion on some people’s faces when they click on your site expecting something else. I have to wonder if people searching for you also experience the same surprise and confusion!

  1228. Loved the story. Especially enjoyed this passage: Today, I simply believe that all human artifacts—whether equations,
    symphonies, novels, or religions—are only tentative working answers to
    life’s conundrums and mostly longings.

  1229. Congratulations on getting published! I really enjoyed reading this. You did a great job describing the 3 main characters in “technicolor” – I could really picture myself right there with them all, right down to the sounds of the steam hissing from the iron and the squeaky wheels of your tricycle. I also liked the title and the accompanying picture of the bologna sandwich…it was brave of you to mention the ‘n’ word in your story, but I’m pretty sure you were using it somewhat ironically 😉

  1230. That was quite lovely and I’m thrilled you didn’t exactly turn into some hypermasculine jagoff while holding the gun, though the pacifist within me does hope you don’t go through with getting a permit or a gun. On the literary side, holy physical description, Mr. Shewan! Nonetheless I do look forward to reading more of your work. Cheers.

  1231. Stellar control of pace and rhythm during cheerleader dance graf. Executed in perfect time with the song you placed in my mind. I could hear the reverb. against the gym’s walls, see the skirts’ pleats twirling in the air. Cheers.

  1232. Great piece, Robert. I am working on a memoir set partially in my growing up years in the same time period, and your writing really rings true! Look forward to reading more from you.

    • Hi, Brett:

      Thank you for writing. The early seventies was a colorful time to come of age and provided me with a wealth of memories and anecdotes. I hope the same applies to you as well. Good luck with the memoir!

  1233. Weinbarger could garner Bromard county attention from Italian-American anti-defamation league…jest Keeding!!! Wrongful wgatever? Jest Keeding!!!

  1234. Off to get liberal critical acclaim, an MFA of another sorts. Thank you for what I’ve been able to gleen online. A rake politician needs a background on his dad, who was seemy, swarmy and possibly a F*****t.

  1235. It’s as though you pulled the words from my mouth and wrote them here. As a Brit now living in the US I had the same experience with guns and the first time at the gun range, even the third, fourth and fifth were just as you described. When I moved stateside I never thought I’d own a gun but living in a country where so many own a firearm I wanted to know how to be able to use one.

  1236. This essay described exactly the gamut of emotions I experienced the first time I had discharged a firearm. It is as if the author had taken my memories and articulated them more accurately than I could ever recreate in my mind. Like the author, I was a stark opponent of firearms. But I agreed to go to a range with a friend. With fear and exhilaration simultaneously running through my chest as I took my first few shots, I reconsidered if I had been wrong about guns all along.This was merely an instrument, an object that on its own was just an object–it would only become a tool of death under my own volition. It was ultimately my responsibly to make the right choices.

  1237. I’ve read this memoir several times for the pure pleasure of the writing style. And one thing that stands out for me is the loving way each character is portrayed, from Vic and Lorna to the parents and “Woodstock alumnus” older brother. What a breath of fresh air!

    • Hi, Susan L.,

      The characters in this story provided me with “life lessons” at a very impressionable age – and even into adulthood. I look back on that time with a special fondness that seemed to touch you as well – very gratifying to read your comment.

      Thank you for reading and re-reading!

  1238. From the minute Robert Weinberger sits me down on that piano stool, I am gone. Vic Giovanni’s pathetically imparting his exploits with women to his gullible student, the know-it-all brother, to the glorious transformation of Lorna Gold, what a perfect read! Weinberger writes with a delicious wry precision about those awkward coming of age years, infusing that time with a perfect balance of hilarity, angst, and bittersweet pain. While there will always be a “Vic Giovanni” around, none can ever compete with Weinberger’s.

    • To East Side T (love the moniker BTW):

      You are the first responder to zero in on the “glorious” transformation of Lorna Gold – something that leaves me smiling and recalling a bittersweet moment from the past.

      Thank you.

  1239. I originally heard about this story on the “Lunch in Brooklyn” blog, and it didn’t disappoint. This is the kind of life experience that could easily be ignored or forgotten, but in this author’s hands, Vic Giovanni becomes real, relatable and worthy of a memory. To watch Rob’s evolution from an admirer to a person giving false information to prove Vic Giovanni a “liar” hysterical. But Vic Giovanni is never treated as a joke to this author. Rather, using odd methods, Vic Giovanni was a teacher that actually taught Rob to play the piano and thusly strongly influence Rob’s life.

    • Hello Ronnie K, and welcome to the Hippocampus site! Thanks to Rebecca Moore at “Lunch in Brooklyn” for her wonderful profile and the link to bring you here.
      http://lunchinbrooklyn.wordpress.com/

      Vic Giovanni’s “life” lessons certainly did influence my adolescence, and your assessment that he is “never treated as a joke” is right on. After all, decades later I still “bang” those piano keys – and love every minute.

  1240. I’m so glad I found this story (it was a rec on Mr. Bellar’s Neighborhood FB page – a place that is well worth the visit). Vic is such a vivid character, as are the other recollections of Rob’s youth. Oh, the angst! Hysterical, yet poignant. I think we all have our own versions of Vic-like people that we look back on with a fresh adult perspective, fondness, and maybe a rolling of the eyes. I love this story; it is so well written and so humorous. Need more!!!

    • Hello, Karen S:

      First, welcome to Hippocampus and thank you to Mr. Bellers Neighborhood for bringing you here!

      I appreciate your comment about the mixture of humor and poignancy and that you were able to look beyond the outrageousness of the Vic character and connect on a deeper level. You’re right – how different our teenage experiences are when we look back with a fresh adult perspective – a rolling of
      the eyes – all those “what was I thinking!” moments.

      Thank you for reading and sharing. And yes, there is more!

  1241. I appreciate your brevity and the uniqueness of the story. It leaves us feeling uncomfortable then doubly so when we recall that it’s a true story. Cheers, my fellow expat! @NicholeLReber

  1242. I loved that story, Anne. I quickly felt immersed in the mood and the
    era and the spaces you created (school, back room, perfect family,
    etc.). Your voice has an appealing poignancy — the little girl is the
    woman and the woman is the little girl. The images are vivid. Thank you
    for sharing that.

    • Hi, Luisa,

      Glad that you enjoyed it – thank you for taking the time to comment – I appreciate your feedback!

    • Hi, Arel:

      Please thank your mom! Lorna Gold is a pseudonym for someone very real who left a lasting impression on my life. The interesting thing about Lorna was that even though she suffered through the same adolescent awkwardness as the rest of us, she always maintained an aura of self-confidence and self assuredness. She knew her direction in life, even at fifteen. And, as I described during our reunion years later, she evolved into a self confident, self assured, lovely, talented woman who married and raised a family. Unfortunately, we lost touch over the years. I wish her the best.

  1243. What a great story, not to mention a great piece of writing!… Wish I had a piano teacher like that, I’d be a concert pianist today!…

  1244. As I read your insightful and comedic story, I fondly remembered the days when I was trying to navigate through my youth. Now that I have teenagers of my own, I wonder what events and people will be the most memorable in their lives. It would be great to see your stories in a TV series.

    • Thank you for sharing, Clark!
      I’ve received many notes from friends, family and readers pre/post-publication ruminating about the trials and tribulations of their own adolescent angst, of trying to “fit in,” and how those events shaped their adult lives.

      Re: TV – yes, a TV pilot called “Long Island” based on this and other published memoirs chronicling my New York coming-of-age years has been written – sort of a “Wonder Years” with a bit of an edge.

      Good luck with your teens as they create their own future memories.

  1245. Greetings, Elizabeth!

    As a self-confessed “nice Jewish boy from New York,” my knowledge of, and experience
    with Catholicism is scant, to say the least. Yet your beguiling coming-of-age-tale moved me, as did your eventual discovery of writing as your true “calling.” Entertaining, honest and beautifully
    realized. Congratulations.

  1246. “And everyone kind of looks at me with that amazed look that says, You get high? (the emphasis on you), and I look right back at them with that look that says, Yeah, I get high, (the emphasis on I), knowing full well that I’ve never done this before.”
    This was great!

    • Hi, Margarita:

      Every teenager wants to fit in – lucky for me that my “walk on the wild side” didn’t leave any permanent scars! Thanks so much for your continued support!

  1247. Hey Rob!!

    I did read your story shortly after you’d written it, but I read it again and enjoyed it even more.
    Let me relive teen age and what it was like trying to grow up. In spite of the differences, and
    there are many, between growing up Jewish in New York and growing up Southern,
    in a small town, there are soooo many similarities ….just different settings.
    Good stories are about universals…….and you really show how teens are
    teens.

    After so many years, one forgets what it was like to be a teen or what it was like to
    be anything you’ve been in the past. A good tale brings it all back. Hmmmm…..I
    think somebody wrote a book about that….Les Temps Perdu? or some
    such!!

    Good story! Really good writing!!

    • Greetings, Lee:

      Thank you for your eloquent comments. You hit the proverbial nail on the head – it’s all about “universality.” I think that’s why this memoir resonates – everyone can relate to adolescent angst – very few of us escape it. And you’re right – sometimes one does forget what it was like to be a teen.

    • Hi, Arel:

      Nick? Vic? – doesn’t matter, it’s all good – hopefully one day you will find your own Vic Giovanni and make beautiful music! Glad you enjoyed it.

  1248. Perhaps I’m just a sucker for stories about or around the Church. The ready universality of these experiences is part of what pulls me in (or what makes it catholic, if you’ll forgive the pun), but there’s so much more that I find relateable here. There was even a Greenwood Pond where I grew up.

    The devices and scenery woven in and out of this piece carried me through spectacularly. The tissue, the landmark childhood sacraments, that friendship…a friendship that stirs something in anyone who ever cared for someone they aspired to emulate.

    I did not expect this story to take the turn it did. Emotive only begins to cover it. Wonderfully done.

  1249. Veronica’s writing of her family experience is riveting-those of us with family members with mental illness and Alzheimer’s are taken back to our own experiences, and know that Veronica knows the array of emotions that come with the territory. The anxiety and tension are raw, and Veronica’s compassion and strength are heartwarming. I very much look forward to the book.

  1250. You are sooo talented!! Great sense of humor!!! I love your style and have been writing since i’m 12 years old, only i turned out to be a 66 year old retired medical receptionist, although i did have a poem published by Hallmark for a wedding anniversary. This was the year my daughter was born and my career took a turn in the toilet. Its never too late….so they tell me……..

    • Dear Lucy:

      Thank you for your kind words! Writing is art and creating art has no age limit. So keep writing and dreaming and never stop creating. Remember – 66 is the new 46! (or so I’ve been told).

      • and thank YOU for that helpful advice !!! Actually, 66 is the new 36, but it really isn’t necessary to correct you …..although I am!!! I couldn’t think younger if i tried. Its FEELING younger that always gets in the way…….keep writing, believe me, keep writing……

  1251. I love learning more about what goes on inside that incredibly creative imagination of yours. How it works. How you take words and put them together in ways that delight and surprise and stimulate – how you “make the impossible real.”

  1252. I felt the jitter in my eyes and the buzz along my skin just reading this post. Lisa, each and every time I read your words you inspire me, thank you.

  1253. I’m impressed by how much you convey, how much history, how many connections. By the end, I feel like I know the people I’ve met here. My favorite part is the description of gathering the “flowers”. Great lessons too — I’ll try to remember them with my own daughters. 🙂

  1254. Amazing essay. I love the fluidity of your prose, the details, the way you weave the airbag elements in and out of the rest of the story. Very vivid!

  1255. Well, this is wonderful, Donna. Heartiest congratulations to you for creating such a fabulous magazine.
    Kaylie

    • Hello, Mary Lou:

      Thank you for the praise – pleased that I could help transport you back to what was, I hope, a memorable time in your life.

  1256. For Maureen Kelleher
    Veronica’s writing and story are gripping and real and millions would be helped, healed and strengthened by the courage and care she shows in her description of how she faced and so lovingly and carefully moved through the terror of the night she describes with her mother and sister. And of course the reader knows by Veronica’s writing that this night is only one of many such nights she must have faced with her mother, her family and by herself when alone she would have reflected on these times, this family. Veronica’s example of strength and compassion while being in the presence of mental illness, Altzheimers and family of origin complex emotions is stunning…. her writings must be shared with the world.

  1257. I felt like I was right there with you – so very descriptive. Happiness and sadness, I feel myself smile and come to tears. My Mother has passed and also had Alzheimer’s. This excerpt touches my heart with happiness and sadness. It is beautifully written.  Thank you for your words and actions 🙂

  1258. Your bruised kiwi image was so strong that I’m hoping to graciousness it doesn’t pop into my head the next time I get to shagging.  On another note, two major things really make this work: your honesty and your skill at dynamism. Brilliant work, Jim.  
    @NicholeLReber

  1259. The writer’s descriptions of scenes and dialogue shows us the relationships between all three woman.  The writer tells the story in a loving way but also shows us own feelings and anxiety of navigating the family dynamics.  Well done and it leaves you wanting to know more.

  1260. This book touches the heart in so many ways. I love the juxtaposition of the lyrics and the story. The incorporation of spanish added to the multiple dimensions of this unusual work.
    Nancy Turret

  1261. When I read that line “Play it again, Dave” I thought of Ingrid Bergman. And now I think will always picture your mother as a glamorous character from an old black and white movie. Beautiful story.

  1262. This is how my body reacted.  I could feel the chaos and an inability to breathe. In fact at one time during the time Laura was present… such fear comes to me from Laura’s presence and she places this fear  on others.  .   I felt (at that time i was caught up in you) I was struggling to help everyone.   I  felt torn in the battle to keep peace and to find a quiet place.   Your writing put me in the moment.

    Later on when there is the discovery of the bible my body felt at rest … i felt  a connection was made.   i felt how fortunate veronica has that moment.   Your writing  captured that string of oneness.. how blessed.

    I loved the beginning of this piece and felt safe and a had a sense of enjoyment.   I connected that safety and happines again  to the end of the chapter when you begin to read the bible with your mother.  What a powerful time.  I was drawn into the main character many times  –  and that is magic to me.  When a write can do that – we have magic.
                  
    I look forward to reading more ….
                    love you joy

  1263. I felt as if I was walking threw those rooms with Veronica…No I was her. Veronica’s writing is like watching a movie on paper. Her ability to bring you right there in each persons is a gift. What truth. Thank you for sharing this gift with us. I am filled with emotional anticipation for Veronica’s book. 

  1264. I was very moved by the discription of the scene the author must have lived through many times over.  I too was touched as I remember similar times with my own mother that lasted over a decade.  But through those years as I sense with Veronica, the healing that took place was immeasurable. 
    Her writing makes you feel as if you are in the room feeling the panic of the sister, the mother’s fear, but a daughter who understands the only way she can be to be the calming force. 
    What a treat, can’t wait until the book comes out.

  1265.  I have followed this story with a pounding heart and tears in my eyes…and at the end following Ronni’s laugh, I have been able to smile.
    This is a moving and compassionate story. I can’t  hardly wait for the book.  Bravo Veronica!

    Francisca Díaz

  1266. A stunning scene that could happen in any family with a member with Alzheimer’s disease.  The exquisite writing allows us to understand how the pain and confusion of dementia can, at least for now, be resolved by making connections with the familiar. I can’t wait for the book!

  1267. What beautifully written memories.  It’s so evocative of my own experiences. (My mother also passed away from cancer and had much time to contemplate as she had a three-year battle. During her last six months, she focussed on what would be her final arrangements. Also Catholic, she was very concerned about whether or not the Church allowed cremation–this was in the year 2000, and yes, they did–and her being buried on consecrated ground next to her Aunt Mary.) Your memories recall for me all those poignant moments in time those last few months when love and pain collided, producing exquisite yet difficult recollections. Your ability to capture the details and the deepness of those moments is amazing. Thank you for writing this.

  1268. Spectacular, moving, powerful and profound. This can only come from a very special, spiritual , wise and loving women. She is at another level!Exquisite writing. Georyanna Mayoral

  1269. the contrast so well described between the “happy” young mother and the woman tormented by Alzheimer’s resonates with me as well…. kudos to an author who can bare her heart in pen and ink, and to make available for all to connect with, the very personal and private moments that form who we become. 
    Alice, a daughter who also lived the horror of seeing her mom succumb to this horrendous illness.

  1270. This high-lights so well the procedure’s brevity next to the overwhelming emotion of the scene. To think that so much can go through our minds during a relatively short experience is incredible.

    I really appreciate how the author was depicted to be as vulnerable as the situation he physically begins in–emotionally, romantically. I truly enjoyed this essay.

  1271. thie poem and story were so powerful and poignant.. it has stayed with me for days and days..
    so much is said without being said and all of it  is so moving in a powerful feeling way..
    creating lasting pictures..

    it’s an honor to read and be part of the experience..exquisite writing.

    s,snow

  1272. WOW! What a story!  I feel like I’m there, like a fly on the wall, wide eyed, feeling the torments of the mother, the pain of Ms. Picone and the fears of her sister.  Truly captivating.

  1273. The writing is superb, with a immediacy
    that pulls you into the heartbreaking situation. The author’s language creates
    a genuine sense of how the daughter feels and what the mother is going though. I
    was deeply moved by this true work of art.
     

  1274.  

    The writing is superb, with a immediacy
    that pulls you into the heartbreaking situation. The author’s language creates
    a genuine sense of how the daughter feels and what the mother is going though. I
    was deeply moved by this true work of art.

  1275. So many of my friends have shared a similar challenge with Alzheimer’s but this chapter touches my heart with sadness as it is beautifully written.   I look forward to reading the book as I imagine it to be a page turner. I hope it is published soon. Congratulations Ms. Picone as your writing is engaging and heart-wrenching for all of those who share similar challenges. Best wishes for publication of the book. Laura Anne

  1276. A very honest look at your life, your love of family, and possible shortcomings; and in such a very real setting. About the same age as you (no kids) I often find myself taking stock in my life and trying to answer unanswerable questions. Kudos Jim.

  1277. o i loved it… hi mom..mt writing about her mom makes me of course b with u mom..and today is the day my dad died … the day after thanksgiving …and reading this, the day after thanksgiving.

  1278. Wow MT!  I always love reading your writing, and this was so personal that I was compelled the whole way through.  Thank you for sharing your thoughts and deeply personal experience.  I wish I could have known her.

  1279. Wow!  This brings it all back.  You really captured the feel of  mom’s last months.  So strong, still completely herself, joking around and being mom right up through her last few hours of life.  More concerned about taking care of everyone else and making sure that her kids were okay.  Reading this today brings all that back for me, as well as other parts of her amazing character that made her so precious.  In some ways it made the loss more sad, and in some ways it gave us the strength to get through it better.  We were to lucky to have her.  Thanks for writing this Mare.

  1280. Skip… all soft and quiet from this story… and that awkward, funny bumblingness – so well captured…. felt like I was right there with you sharing this patch of your life. thank you.

  1281. Wonderful and touching story by MT.  She has a way with putting one word after another and making real magic with them.  Her stories are funny, moving, tender, brave and dangerous.   A real work of Art!

  1282. This is the most poignant, charming, moving tale.  These lines should become classics: “I wanted her to feel absolutely confident that everything was perfectly under control and she’d be totally dead in the best possible way.”   

    And…

    “What do they care?  They’ve got your money.”  How could you not fall in love with dear Mrs. C?

    MT gives me this goofy, warm, heartbreak unlike any writer I’ve ever read.  She paints a world I want to live in. 

    • I thought the same thing re: “”I wanted her to feel absolutely confident that everything was perfectly under control and she’d be totally dead in the best possible way.”   

    • Thank you to every generous reader who left a comment or shared this story. I wish my mom were alive to know how many fans she has..but if she were, there’d be no story. Literature is ruthless! Sincerely, thanks you guys.

  1283. I would like to try to say something fittingly wonderful: For a mother who continues living in her daughter, there is no burial date. MT, I am humbled by the beauty of your story with its unassuming humor of everyday life even in the face of the saddest of planning. Thank you for sharing. Julia

  1284. What can I say MT?  It is an amazing story.  You’ve taken something a lot of people are afraid to talk about and brought it to life (so to speak)  It’s funny, enlightening, and so heartfelt.  Congratulations girl!!

  1285. really wonderful.  It tells so much about Ms. C, her daughter, and her family in a story.  In terms of writing, it’s a little bit like those terrific introductions Vonnegut used to write to his books — stories about friends from the Army, that in some ways told the story of the whole novel in four pages.  Thanks for sharing it.  

  1286. mt…. thanks for letting me visit with your mom for a while today. your writing has caused me to playback  many great memories of your mom/my auntie phyllie. well done!

  1287. I’ve heard this story live and and loved it. And now I’ve read it and I might love it even more, which is the true test of a story, isn’t it? I didn’t know your mother but feel like I’ve known her forever. It’s touching, hilarious and just lovely. 

  1288. Henrietta Atkin

    Wow. This is an amazing story. It made me think of my Dad. Is every parent from the “Greatest Generation” that quirky and funny? Guess so. Very humorous and full of warmth.

  1289. Great essay. Very interesting way to frame the complications inherent in in-law and other family relations. Also reminds me of the, now nearly bygone pleasures of writing and receiving letters

  1290. A story of enduring love between a child and her mother where the roles are reversed later in life but the bond that ever important bond of love endures no matter what  conditions prevail.  An exciting dipiction of the onset of quote “old timers disease” that awaits family members in our modern world.   This story comes alive.        JC WRENN

  1291. lovely. well described from the patient’s perspective. as a physician i find that invaluable. thanks. janice anderson

  1292. Nice essay, Nancy! I miss those thin airmail letters myself. There’s something about the carefulness of actual written correspondence that feels bigger and kinder than the fast e-mail or text correspondences that most of us have now.

  1293. I feel like I know your Mom much better after reading this. Good writing always comes from real-life, first-hand experience and this story proves it! Good work.

  1294. I enjoyed the essay very much. Very heart warming to think of mum across the miles… and more so touched by mum in law who came to rescue in time of need. This piece also reminds me of how I miss the envelope with via airmail/ par avian label and those aerogrammes we used to send and receive. Good job! Congratulations!!!

  1295. Love this! The dialog gives us straight-to-the-heart portraits of her characters. An artful mix of pathos and humor with well-chosen details makes this an unforgettable story. Bravo.

  1296. One of the more startling things about this non-fiction piece is the fact that it refuses any “poeticizing” or elevated language to talk about grief.  In her desire to honor her mother’s spirit and feet-firmly-planted realism, MT stays as true to the vernacular and warmth and attention to the ordinary details of life-before-death as her mother did–which is in itself both homage and clear-eyed mourning.  The celebration exists under and alongside all the day-to-day decisions about how to accompany a loved one as far as possible to the end.

  1297. I’ve known MT for years and her writing has always inspired me. I had the priviledge to read this story before she submitted it and I cried for an hour. It’s such an honest and heartfelt story that just makes you want to give everyone in the story a hug. Rereading it now made me remember exactly how I felt the first time I read it and it’s a rare great story that can do that. Bravo, MT!

  1298. Your Mom was and still is one of my favorite childhood memories!  I LOVE this story, and it is very similar to our own, only we don’t have the words committed to paper.  – Anne Brow Thinnes

  1299. I love this story and the beautiful, simple imagery MT creates. Not being Catholic I had no idea about the inability to mix or separate ashes.  I’m guessing her mother would be much happier knowing she’s resting in her daughter’s warm home rather than a cold, cement box somewhere. Lovely story to wake up to.

  1300. The language is poetic and memorable: “We’re having life.  The day to day of it. The large and small of it.” A lovely essay — telling and true.

  1301. Lovely essay–funny and sharp and right on the money re UK/US differences.  Laughed out loud at the line about how Jean’s “we’re having lots of weather here” always sounded like “we’re having life.”

  1302. I enjoyed your essay!  Among other things, it reminds me how I miss receiving actual letters.  Though email has benefits, there is an important loss too.

  1303. I enjoyed your essay! Besides the normal concerns we all have over in-law relationships, this one was complicated by long distance and cultural differences, but it ends in love. 

  1304. How I wish my mother-in-law lived across the ocean.  Thank you for capturing so well the awkwardness of the relationship between mother and daughter-in-law, the unspoken (and sometimes imagined) words we hear from them and our need to somehow “measure up” to a standard we are not even sure how to define. 

  1305. I love the author’s honesty about her own feelings. The contrast between the stiff-upper-lip British mother-in-law and the let-it-all-hang-out Jewish New Yorker daughter-in-law rang so true. And behind the contrasting  styles, the mutual caring and affection shines. Well-done!

  1306. Very thoughtful piece that captures the psychological nuances of family life across the generations.  I enjoyed the writer’s weather analogies and her focus on cultural differences.  I found myself thinking of my Israeli in-laws and remembering conversations about “the weather” with my (former) Ship Captain father-in-law.

  1307. I echo Robyn’s comments- this is a beautifully written piece. I remember your father….he was kind and smart and a jock!  You captured the brutality of watching a parent fade away…..I’m sorry for you, your siblings and your Mom.

  1308. Found myself coming back to that line “we’re having lots of weather here” several times today. Loved your analogy with life, the day to day of  it…. Congrats on a very nice piece. 

  1309.  A very moving description of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship made more complicated by cultural differences. I love your writing and the way you paint such a fully fleshed out  and honest portrait of your mum-in-law. 

  1310. Rings so very true; captures the spirit and energy of “mum-in-law” &
    fears, worries, concerns of daughter-in-law and the communications
    between the two–along with the communications gap! So very British in
    her comments and character, mum-in-law is more than a stereotype tho.
    British understatement is well known tho to Yanks, it’s sometimes hard
    to comprehend and interpret. Nancy Brandwein does a great job uncovering all this thro her essay.

  1311. Nancy here (as my alias “Zoo Zoo”). Thanks for the lovely comments, and for those who are finding the commenting tricky, you just need to sign in to Discqus BEFORE you comment, with your name and email, and then write your comment and post it. Again, thanks so much.

  1312. I have my own firsthand experience with a British mother-in-law, and know well the “strong-willed no-nonsense woman who worries over her children and grandchildren and who scoffs at whining and over-indulgence.” It is a perfect description–even of a woman who left England behind for Canada over 4 decades ago! The British temperament runs strong… Thank you for sharing this beautiful, evocative piece.

  1313. Great story and a wonderful story teller. I really enjoyed it very much.
    Looking forward to future stories.

  1314. Oh my God, Sean! You may have lost your sight, but you have retained an incredible beauty of the written/spoken word. I’m so happy for you and Robin, that you have each other for this amazing wonderful thing called ‘love.’ Bless your sweet soul and may you continue writing forever. The world needs more writers who can express the exquisite in basic ways. You have a command of the English language and you are its captain. I thoroughly enjoyed “A Graveside Nuptial” as I pored over your intensity, your beauty, the opening of your soul. Thank you so much for sharing your wedding gift with us. Linda Robertson, Clovis CA

  1315. Love the wealth of detail, the specificity. Helping me see this land, this house through your eyes. through the eyes of the people, the immigrant workers, their children. The way change steals upon us unawares. The benefits it brings, the understanding. Thank you.

  1316. I can breathe again! Besides the obvious
    concern of the plane plummeting to the ground, I took an emotional ride while
    reading this story. The dynamics of the trio intrigued me, well written. I will
    be looking for more from Kel Kennedy, thanks!

  1317. I so enjoyed this, thank you. And your descriptions are so lovely and evocative. I still remember the big brown World Book Encyclopedias I grew up with – that two-tone brown? And my parents, particularly my mother, was exactly the same. Look it up! It drove me crazy too…. She did not finish high school, but did quite a lot of reading on her own. It’s interesting isn’t it. 🙂
    Now I just google everything, of course. 🙂

  1318. Love. You had me at fireplace…

    Great writing style, vivid descriptions, moves along nicely for this reader. Refreshingly open with your emotions and process of a difficult time. Hard to believe a woman from Maine doesn’t appreciate a fire!?! This one sure does.

    Thanks Jim….

  1319. I hope my children will hold the kind of fond memories that Debbie so sensitively writes about in this lovely piece.

  1320. “It’s not where I’d be at 42…” and “Crazyville has its limitations…” How I can relate to this post, to those statements, Lisa. And when you’ve had those conversations with Oprah, did you see me there, too? Because that’s one of my well-known haunts as well. I join you just this side of Crazyville. Great post!

    • Julia, I did see you there — the studio audience gave you a standing ovation! Thanks for joining me in Crazyville. It’s nice to have your delightful company.

  1321. Your writing takes me into that gym, into that moment where we live and relive layers of a past and present that push toward a longing for something more. Wonderful!

  1322. This poetic memoir is amazing. I couldn’t put it down. Kelle is a brilliant writer and lovely human being. I love her, this memoir and her books of poetry also.

  1323. I agree! As I get older, I am also more and more intrigued by how people find and express their own creativity. Taking an art history class (or a whole string of them) is on my list of goals. And if you want to see some gorgeous, inspiring photography, check out http://www.gottgraphicsdesign.com/ . Brenda’s photos are amazing. I collaborate with her on a flash fiction project and she always, always inspires me.

  1324. “you don’t have to start right, you just have to start.” I love this idea, and your take on books about writing. It’s so freeing to let go of the belief that there is one right way. Thanks for this lovely essay and reminder.

  1325. “everyone is made up of small details that flesh them out into characters you can care about.” — True, true! I love this essay. It flows along so well, the characters are deftly drawn, and the voice is marvelous. Bravo!

  1326. I love the last paragraph in particular, the way you weave together all the strands. Such a beautiful line here — “As I spoke, I felt as though I were slowly unclenching a fist I’d been making for years.”

  1327. What a beautiful essay. I love the elegance of the opening, the lovely twist at the end. I love this line in particular: “Here, now, the words of love have taken on new meaning, have attired themselves in defiant optimism.” I hope you continue to write words of defiant optimism — and publish them so we can read them!

  1328. This story deserves an +.
    The combination of her four loves-food- life -emotions and sarcasm seem so sweet. This story ends in the most delicate and interesting method of finding your voice.
    The story is so real- so universal–When there is a break-up -hold your head high–Your best way.
    You deserve a great publisher.
    Best wishes —-Annie G. Laws

  1329. love, LOVE LOVED IT!!! I THink you just described the town I grew up in and totally got
    the excitement of the first basketball game of the season! I could actually smell the gym!

  1330. I’m dissatisfied with this. The flashback incident of the assault on two young sisters had to be traumatic for both young girls and yet the writer does not deal with the issue of trauma at all, but rather laughs it off. What’s the element of insight and growth here, in the intervening years, that this story is a platform for?

  1331. It’s a joy to read this piece again, especially so in light of the character sketch series just starting on your blog. The either/or simplicity of the question at the heart of this piece seems the perfect first blow of mallet upon chisel to reveal a detail in someone. The details revealed here, especially those you summarise in a moving penultimate paragraph, show a number of riches for further exploration. Question of the Day could easily be an on-running series of sketches from you. Although, expecting that to be unlikely, I concede that they make for one perfect and wholesome post just as they are here.

  1332. I am so proud of Deirdre for writing this story. For the time she took to get each detail perfectly. The lack of hysteria or self-indulgence. It is a masterpiece of literary control. Primo Levi would surely agree.

  1333. This easily is one of the most moving essays I’ve ever read. Not only was my “manhood” compromised by having to dry my eyes several times, but I also was slightly annoyed knowing that someone stole my idea of true love. haha. In all seriousness, never have I been so touched by such a beautifully crafted essay. I almost didn’t compose a comment due to my inability to articulate as perfect as you did! I’m just blown away!! Thank you so much for your honesty and conveying of your emotions of which I seemed to have felt each and every one.

  1334. I never went to a single high school basketball game, but our football rituals in Ohio felt VERY similar. Great job!

  1335. wow. you put words to American high school culture that I imagine many can relate to. can’t wait to read the memoir!

  1336. This is wonderful. Though I’ve never held a crush on a boy or had my feet in skates, I felt your experiences right with you. Lovely.

  1337. “We remember, and in this remembering, there is story, and in this story there is the basis of everything else.” This is beautiful. I love how you convey the elliptical crossings of memory and nature, the “story of the story we’re trying to tell.” I can relate to this both as a mother, struggling to remember, and a writer, struggling to give shape to stories.

  1338. Your wording is so precise and engaging throughout this piece. I especially loved the “thrashing darkness” of the waves. That whole passage describing your view from beneath the water is mesmeric. I also love the way you weave together the two main elements of the essay. Beautiful.

    • Lisa,
      Thanks for reading and commenting. Noah’s death is so much a part of me now that I can’t imagine life any other way. Seems oddly sad to write this…

  1339. I wouldn’t say this woman was a successful business owner, considering the state of Tennessee shut down her health care companies. Ironically, her health care company in Alabama shut down around the same time in Octobet 2010. According to a open records request from the Tennessee department of Labor, she owed hundreds of dollars to employees that she never paid them.

  1340. I agree with FranYo’s comment below — this has got to be one of my all-time favorite Hippo Mag pieces. Genius! Somehow, you manage to put checker-playing chimps, urology, magic hats, Bill Gates’ eyeglasses, cowboy cooks, the Olympics (twice), Shania Twain and Mark Twain into one hilarious, brilliant essay. I laughed out loud at the section where you consider running away from the truck. This book has GOT to be published. I will preorder. And buy it as a gift for everyone I know. Love, love, love!

    • Wow. Thanks! Given your eloquent work on here, this is high praise indeed. Flattered and touched. And I hope you have a lot of friends 🙂

  1341. I had laughed three times before you even got into the truck and started down the highway.  Bravo!  I am going to make a formal request to read the rest.  Please, I want to know what happened in Tennessee!  It also made me wonder about my dad, who drove a truck for a while when I was really young, which is not something I had ever done before now.  It was funny and sincere and I genuinely enjoyed it.

  1342. What a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon!  I am still laughing about the imagery and descriptions of Chris’ experiences.  Being on the road with truckers will never be the same.  

    • Thanks, Ann. I see your name on the comments below. It used to say “Alan,” so I’m guessing that was your husband or something, and your logging in altered his name. Ca-razy internet!

  1343. LOVED IT!!!  It brings fresh eyes to what truckers experience, though if I ever see any plastic bags on the road near signs I’ll steer clear of them!  Great writing, Chris.  I can’t wait to read the whole book. especially  if the rest is as informative and entertaining as this!

  1344. If you can handle road trippin’ to New Orleans with Tiffany and I, you can surely handle an 18-wheeler! What a great read! Wishing you lots of success!

  1345. This is wonderful, Chris.  It brings back many memories of my own experiences but, somehow, you really know how to put words to it all.  I can hardly wait to read it all!   

  1346. I’m seriously wondering if a book can be a best-seller before it is even a book. Are you looking for an agent, Chris? Don’t discount all this feedback to help sell yourself! 🙂 Screenshot away!

    • Definitely looking for an agent and will screenshot away :). I’m doing a final edit this weekend (after 10,000+ tweeks, I think it’s finally time) then will get serious about finding a home for it. Just spent two weeks editing it down from 108,000 to 90,000 words on the advice of Wade Rouse and love it even more.

  1347. Fantastic job, Chris! Wonderful humor and great technique in showing rather than telling. Best of every success to you in your writing career. Wayne Groner, vice president, Springfield Writers’ Guild (Missouri).

  1348. I think this is one of my all-time Creative Non-Fiction favorites here on Hippocampus Magazine. You have a way of allowing us all (as readers) to be sharing the adventure along with you….and what a ride!

    Thanks for this fantastic read. I’ll be in line to buy the book!

  1349. I don’t know why this system won’t tell you who I am, but the above comment was from Sparks In Shadow (Ré) over at WordPress. 🙂

  1350. Loved this. Stories are such magic. I have a page on my blog called “My very first time,” the first time I recognized that every story had an author, and I could tell mine, too. That moment is a special magic for those who were born to write.

    I loved Einstein’s quote at the end, too.

  1351. What a funny and neat story, made me laugh and felt like I was traveling too.  I have always wondered what those guys go through.  Great Job!!! 

    • Thanks. I started a journal about this experience (on day 2 of trucking) because it’s a world much more bizarre than I’d expected and I wanted people to learn about it. I hope, if anything, that people reading this will understand what the men and women piloting these behemoths have to go through.

  1352. Love the wry, self-deprecation! Allusions are great if the majority of readers know what they refer to, and it’s a great way to use “shorthand” to convey meaning. Drive on!

    • I appreciate your comment. You were the very first person to bravely read my atrociously disorganized manuscript and imparted just the right mix of encouragement and constructive criticism to keep me going. Can’t thank you enough.

  1353. Very educational. All the underpinnings of a trucker’s life revealed in a fun, believable narative.  Keeping it real is refreshing.

  1354. Although I only had this sweet boy in my class for two years, I am so lucky that he was in my life…. Teaching me. I often tell stories of my time with him. Roberta, I look forward to reading more.
    -Johnson

    • Johnson (as Noah would say),
      Thank you for commenting and reading, Dirty Clothes. I so look forward to sharing more with you and having you read the Bluffton School piece in the future. It has been difficult to write these stories, but I love every minute of the pain.

  1355. I love Mr. Waters. And I was transfixed by the paragraph where you are engulfed by ocean. “It rose up and curved like a python…”

    • Thanks Nancy – it was an honor to be in the same issue with you.  Let’s hope it happens again. OFTEN.

  1356. I laughed out loud several times–I always knew you were witty and funny, but I didn’t know that you could write so well!  I’m so impressed, Chris!  I can’t wait to read the WHOLE book!

  1357. You have the ability to take us along for the ride.  Countryside seen from a totally different perspective than most people would initially view from their window. And life experiences that made me laugh, cry and sometimes wish I had been along for the ride!  I want to buy the first copy, signed of course!

    • I’ll give you the very first copy signed. All I ask is for you to say, “Hey, dipstick, turn your brights off” in a deep south, trucker voice. Ah, memories.

  1358. Enjoyed reading this. I think we all can relate to those three day types. I often force myself into seeing the upcoming day as a Type 3, because if you pretend hard enough, sometimes it becomes reality. I like your voice a lot. It’s pleasantly conversational and makes me feel like you’re an affable, approachable, real person. Keep writing and embrace those Type 3 days.

    • What a great compliment! I love seeing contributors interact with one another. Warms my heart to see connections made!

    •  Thanks for the comment, Chris. I’m glad you enjoyed my work. Also, I agree with what you say about pretending hard enough. I’m a big fan of ‘fake it until you make it.’

      Your trucking piece is refreshing and funny. I look forward to reading more of your stuff.

  1359. Heh. You said donk. That made me laugh so loud that Bella came from the other room to find out what was up. It’s great Chris! So, so funny and I enjoy your perspective and inner world :-). Can’t wait to read the rest!!

    • I love the word “donk” too. I almost chose “dork” instead, because it’s a whale’s hoo hah, but I didn’t think many people’d know that. So donk.

  1360. I, too, grew up with books. I went to the library every two weeks with my Dad. I did my chores with books in hand – which probably accounts for my less-than-stellar dusting capabilities.  

    This phrase I love: “At a very young age, I learned the art of bookish transportation, traveling from place to place on vibrant waves of words.”  I travel that way still still.

    • And on images and photographs too, yes? They are part of your amazing magic.
      My housekeeping skills have also suffered from inattention — books are more compelling than the toilet brush.

  1361. Oh my Roberta . . . this was . . . no words. I can’t imagine what Noah’s death, the loss, the loss of dreams must be like.

    This stirred my past and I remembered my Gary, in his favorite light blue and/or yellow crew neck sweaters. I have them tucked away in my cedar chest. I have gone to them many times in the past 32 years, pulling them to my face to catch, just maybe, a whiff of him. Your writing made me want to talk about what loss felt like. Not what happened but what I FELT.

    You stirred me . . . tearfully,
    Love, Lynne

    • Lynne,
      Thank you for reading and commenting. It encourages me greatly to know that my writing meant something to you and made you think and feel. Talking and writing about loss is ungodly painful, but so very necessary.
      Peace,
      Roberta

  1362. “Today, my daughters watch their mama-writer, swimming tides of language, sometimes sinking in an undertow, following the bubbles to the endless rolling surface, the space between horizons…”

    I read this part over and over. Love it. Thanks for your contribution.

    • Thank you, Jenny. By the way, weren’t you just a little bit hacked that Jennyeaton and Jennyeaton1 were already taken? I can see it, you typing those and reading, “Sorry, this name is already taken” in red ink. 

      $%#@ right?

      It might be easier in the future to just enter something like Jennyeaton8640.

  1363. What a lovely reminder,Linda of how the important lessons of childhood shape our lives. Our loved ones live on in us through these little memories. I appreciate your story and feel a special connection through your reference to Amsterdam! Thank you for sharing. Delightful!

  1364.  Wow.  My brother’s brain patterns summarized in 1 chapter.  I’ve wondered from before I can remember if it was possible to harness the wit and unique view that is Chris.  Now I know.  Impressed and proud. =)

  1365. Wow.  My brother’s brain patterns summarized in 1 chapter.  I’ve wondered from before I can remember if it was possible to harness the wit and unique view that is Chris.  Now I know.  Impressed and proud. =)

  1366. Great story Chris I enjoyed reading it.I was anxious to hear about the mont eagle story lol if it makes you feel better I have been driving over the road for 23 yrs now and mont eagle still makes me a little nervous even in my big pete andwith  a strong jake brake.Once you get some time under your belt it will get in your blood and yes you will be ready for a couple days off the road but will look forward to getting back out there. Keep up the good work will look forward to your next trucking adventure.

    • Twenty three years. Wow. I drove about four years total, from 1998-2001. The Monteagle story is next in the book. Never been that scared in my life, aside from the time I lost brake pressure while descending the mountains south of Flagstaff, or the time I forgot to set the parking brake at the Flying J in Bakersfield (discovered after I’d come back from a shower).

  1367. I really enjoyed this!!! I have made the trip on 60 several times (albeit not in a semi) and could visualize your reaction to the bridge. Very nice writing!

    • Yeah, it’s quite painful. I will hear myself talk in those situations and inside I’m screaming, “Say something halfway intellegent, you nitwit.” My mouth is waaay t0o far ahead of my brain.

  1368. This is great! I felt like I was riding along with you. The way you describe things really creates a clear mental picture of what you are going through. I can’t wait to read the rest of the book.

  1369. Ok, that was just plain good!! I’m not really sure what part I liked best. I mean, how do you choose between a magic hat and beating a chimp at checkers?? Also, I love your way with words…”He looked sidelong the way a person does when pondering the kindest way to answer a dumb question…” Brilliant!

    • I’m glad you liked the chimp reference. I’ve edited the book quite a few times since sending it to hippocampus and actually took that part out (because my creative nonfiction teacher circled it with red ink and called it “trite”). Perhaps I’ll re-insert. 🙂

  1370. Love the creative use of similies and the quick sense of humor! The “Truck U” reference is pure genius! !

    • Yay. Glad you liked it! By the way, Truck U. merchandise (hats, shirts, pillow covers) is part of my marketing plan.

  1371. Poignant piece. Eyes definitely watery thoughout. Very sorry for your loss. Thank you for writing this. BTW, my wife’s father lives in Muskegon. It’s beautiful there!

    •  Thank you for reading, I know I’ve succeeded when people feel emotional about the story. Making people teary isn’t my goal, it means as much as anything to hear this.
      Muskegon is lovely–the beaches and lakes make it a great place to live.

  1372. I giggled out loud. The details of urinating & the throwing of the bags were hilarious. Also, the image of Bill in his underpants made me smile & cringe.

    • That is a great one! It’s like a point-counterpoint of junior-high rollerskating culture … across the continent … different genders… a few years apart in age … but the same low brick walls, sticky carpet, bad (good?) ’80s music, and humiliating hormones. 

      • Yeah, it’s funny how similar our timelines are. I just finished reading yours again and I adore it even more. 

        Your voice exhudes the child-like wonder and awkwardness of that age, better than just about anything I’ve ever read. It’s beautiful. Stunning, really.

        “I stare ahead, stick my nose in the air, and walk on, my heart racing in panic, glad he can’t see through the suitcase.” — the details of your inner world throughout remind me of me at that age.

        And those last two paragraphs are sublime. I’m there. Wow.

        • Wow, thank you so much! I love music and writing about — thus its central role in my memoir. It’s funny writing it and seeing how my relationship with it changed throughout the years. I’m glad to hear this piece worked for you!

  1373. I have often wondered if Andy ever minded the fur coat on your legs and the stench of your perpetually unwashed ass. You slay me. As hilarious as I expected Mel, and I’m again reminded WHY we are friends. Peace, Love, and Coffee~Marlene

  1374. Nathan, I just stumbled across this interview. Thank you so much for the compliment about “Everlasting Gobstoppers Aren’t Really Everlasting”! I hadn’t considered resubmitting because I was under the impression literary magazines were always looking for new writers, but now that I know, I’ll  definitely think about resubmitting. I recently published a piece similar to “Everlasting Gobstoppers” at elephant journal. Here’s the link in case you’re interested: http://www.elephantjournal.com/?s=kel+mcintyre+marthe

  1375. Also worth noting that it is hard to sleep at night, due to dogs barking on the street all night, car sickness is a big problem on all the winding mountain roads (even the locals are afraid to get on a bus) and the wind, rain, mud or dust that are a daily challenge. 

  1376. I just submitted my entry in the personal entry category, but there was no place to make the $10 payment.   I was expecting to see a PayPal button.   How do I pay the entry fee now?

  1377. I was drawn to the subtle humor and the quirky narrative style.  The story has a grittiness that was appealing. It also offered insight into that place so many of us know, that place in between here and there, that place, well, “in transit.”  Well done.

  1378. I find it most odd when writers discuss having writers block or, as you called it, throat clearing. These don’t happen to me. It might take a few hours to get into the rhythm of something but the blank page doesn’t frighten me. The worst thing that happens is constipation. I’m tired of working on something; it lacks freshness. The zeal is gone.
    It’s a cycle, though. It’s a signal that I’ve drained the creative battery and need to recharge myself. Knowing it’s a cycle stops a lot of the worries from plaguing us. This is an excellent time to catch up on emails and social media and reading that might have slipped through during our submersion in the writing– at least for me. Realizing the cycles of one’s work, like the daily creative peak you mentioned, helps these blocks. It smoothes the constipation like Ex-Lax. (My apologies for the crude simile running through this.)
    What plagues me? Nitpicking threads of a piece. This is my best example: http://bit.ly/uoJbL3

    @NicholeLReber:disqus

  1379. This must be the theme of my week. Except there’s a twist. While I’m wrought with envy over where my writer friends are publishing, I’m harder on myself for not being published in more prestigious places. Last night, instead of excitement animating my body over having my first travel pieces bought and published, tears of anguish weighed my heart instead. The publication lacked the cachet I evidently haven’t yet earned.

    Later, after two hours of commiseration with a writer friend, gratitude and relief settled my anxious bones. That’s when I realized, as truly we all should, that it’s only us who judge ourselves so harshly. I’m thankful to have all three of my skill sets published now: architecture, travel, and literary work.

    I want more. And I’ll have it. But I’ve got miles to go before that. Miles to go before that.

    @NicholeLReber:disqus
    architecturetravelwriter.com 

  1380. This piece captures the feast and famine nature of the creative cycle. I struggle with the moments of inspiration and the fear I won’t write anything else of worth, the famine feels permenant, the inspiration transient. I’ve always marvelled at the creative process. I wonder where the muse comes from, so much influences it, but no one can say where the creativity actually comes from. Like Lisa, I am keeping this piece around for awhile. 

  1381. As an architecture writer I suffer cognitive dissonance when I read others’ writing about the field. Occupational hazard– and a good one. Actually made me work harder to imagine the church.
    Loved the “whistle while we worked” reference. Fab!
    Refreshing to read a positive story on a father/son relationship. Most nonfiction we read about that dynamic is fraught with bitterness and disappointment. Though I would like to have more to go on regarding his character– dialogue, physicality, actions between him and Stanley/Victor.

    @NicholeLReber:twitter
      

  1382. Is it permissible to enter a previously published piece?   The essay I’d like to enter has been published both on my blog and in my self-published book of humor essays.    I own all the rights.  

  1383. Great piece, Nancy! I think I can still sing “Ha, Ha Thisaway”  or “Baby Beluga” all the way through. Sadly. FYI, my granddaughter  loves “The Train Coming Song,” as she calls it, by Johnny Cash! You never know what’s going to stick.

  1384. Oh man, I suffered right along with this child. Great description of how hard it is to be a kid in kid world. Great writing.

  1385. Truly loved this piece, the way you described how you felt, but mostly I loved how you portrayed your husband…sounds like such an understanding guy. I also enjoyed how you merged your younger self with your older self. I do hope you got a photo of your tummy…and don’t rule out getting his signature as a tattoo!

  1386. Hi Sheila. I loved how you moved through time, using specific images. Well-done! And the questioning of keeping ideals in sight is very poignant. Something we all can respond to, in our own way. 

  1387. Nicely written Mare.  I notice that you didn’t mention Tumbleweed Connection – the one I stole from the album jacket so you wouldn’t listen to and “ruin” what it meant to me.  The last thing a 16 year old guy wants is his little snotty-nosed sister listening to “his” music.  By the way, I still forbid you to listen to any Allman Brothers prior to 1972.

  1388. Hey Sheila, great wring, great story.  Thanks for bringing back some old memories, if just for a few minutes.

  1389. From the forbidden Allman Brothers to the best friend mall rebellion (what time is the flood?) to the Tributosaurus, “Grey Seal” dazzles with its verbal wit, and pierces with its truth–that husbands and best friends vanish, but songs remain to conjure and transport.  Though the song “Grey Seal” still irks the writer (the lazy, double use of “see”), it nevertheless leads her to ponder the unexpected happiness of a new marriage, and that closing image of the copper pipes finally yielding the glass of water (which she wants to shake!) is simply unforgettable.  

      • On July 19th, please join me for a reading of this piece at 7PM at 14 Pews at 800 Aurora Street, Houston, Texas.  Three other talented writers will be joining me at the podium: Melanie Malinowski, Sarah Warburton, and Stacey Keith.

  1390. Congratulations, Shelia…I love to see you in print and achieving your dreams….great piece…

    Jenny

    • Thanks Jenny. I’m trying and that is the best I can ask for. I will keep reaching and thanks for the encouragement.

  1391. This might be the perfect short story. All at once about music, life, relationships, getting older…and  so well intertwined it almost feels like the story is masquerading as a simple story about a song.  I’m always amazed at how much meaning you can fit into so few well chosen words.

    • Thanks Claire Guyton, coming from you such an amazing short story writer, I am honored you read my piece.

  1392. Learned your craft well, haven’t you, my beautiful Sheila? I’m speechless with wonder and pride. And love.
    Muffie

  1393. Sheila!  Thank you for this wonderful essay.  You make the world bigger and better with your writing.  Can’t wait for the book.  

    • Thanks. I know that your book – My Bayou – is on the top of my list to read.  I love New Orleans – such a great mix of Saints, food and music, and I can’t wait to see your New Orleans through your eyes.

  1394. A lovely piece. This is especially poignant to me as I heard Crosby, Stills, and Nash in New Hampshire just weeks ago, to celebrate my 50th birthday. I brought my two teenage daughters who first scowled, then swayed. By the end, the were on their feet dancing and hooting at the top of their lungs. The love of music and the sentiments of the lyrics tamed even my cynical, eye-rolling hop hop junkie daughters.

    • Music, sweet music, words laced in melodies, rhyming; fingers strumming intricate chords, notes held and rushed, voices raised in harmony.

  1395. Powerful. You couldn’t . . . and then you did, and probably had to.

    I’m sorry you and your wife have had to go through such trauma. I hope the healing continues.

    I write about disaster in all its messy phases — when it’s new, when it fades and shifts and changes. Sometimes, early on, I just write words and phrases, or lists, bits to work with and piece together later. I have a terrible memory — made much worse by a recent, bad concussion — so I feel the need to write everything down lately, as it unfolds. You’re right, that the shoreline changes as we move, but I like to have the transcription of that tree, that shadow, that wave ripple on the river, just as I saw them, the first time.

  1396. Oh my, I love this. You capture so beautifully that crazy ebb and flow, the creative bursts and the dark dry spells. And the way imagination takes over and drags us down into those burning buildings, Shakespeare at our elbows. I love every speck and bit of this — it’s making me completely ineloquent (my Muse has gone deep sea diving, I believe). I’m posting this everywhere, to share the wisdom. I’ll reread it many times — you know, on the days when I am high and dry, convinced I’ll never pen another word.

  1397. I love the way you blend the music, your childhood, and our national history so seamlessly. The essay has a light touch, but makes a strong, effective point.

  1398. Really enjoyed this one. Very creative and evocative use of language. It doesn’t hurt that I was a punk rocker 30 years ago and so many of the descriptions rang true.

  1399. Oh Sheila, just wonderful. Love, love, love. Printing it out so I can read it over and over again.

    • Oh Cynthia, coming from you – such an amazing writer – , I truly appreciate it. You words fill my heart.

  1400. Wow MT. What an amzing story. THe detail in the memories., “..the real one…” floored me. Kudos

  1401. Our houses sound alike, except I am single! No Andy pics on the wall!  But ST looks at me from every crevice, easels, the top of my television, on my coffee table, etc etc.  My friends shake their heads, my coworkers call me “the groupie”…etc. I find other like me on facebook and twitter as no one local shares my love, at least not the same way i do.  Sigh…I wish you were my neighbor.

  1402. I really enjoyed the experience of your concert, as if I was there along side of you.  And, I so remember your moms drawings as we sang along.  Although we were not financially rich God blessed us with the ability to see beauty in so much.

  1403. We are just hitting the 15 month mark in a few days… my little one has not been graced with the sounds of Raffi.  He has however been bombarded by the parenal choice of Caspar Babypants.  Once the lead singer of “Presidents of the United States’, we were introduced to these tunes by my mommy friend who lives in Seattle and often attends CB concerts, kids in tow.  My husband and I have these tunes loaded on the iphone, in the car, on CD, and can, at any given moment, bust out a Caspar tune in unison.  Oh yeah, the baby seems to like it too. 🙂
    As for the concert scene, pre-baby I too would make the effort to catch my favorite artists when in town. But after I had the baby, I was clueless as to who was playing locally and when I did find out, my motivation to actually attend just wasn’t there.  The one concert I did attend (solo) a few months after the baby was born I spent the entire time thinking about what the baby was doing and left before the encore. 🙂  Perhaps one of these days my husband and I will venture back out to catch a show (goo goo dolls in town?) or god forbid, my son would actually attend a concert with his mother. I promise not to embarass him with my groovy dance moves. 😉

  1404. Fantastic. Just fantastic. There’s money in the wallet, yes, but it will never rival a song in your heart.

  1405. Oh, that was fantastic and raw and brutally honest. It was poetry to the percussion of Aerosmith. You are an amazing writer.

  1406. This reminded me of the fact that somehow when my daughter was around 4 or 5 she started listening to Tori Amos’ “Scarlet’s Walk” EVERY night to fall asleep. Curious to remember what the song was, I just checked out the first track “Amber Waves” and was horrified to hear lyrics that include “from ballet class to a lap dance…” 

    Now I’m wondering, how did she fall in love with this song in the first place? And thank goodness the lyrics went way, way over her head!

  1407. Not having kids I was unfamiliar with Raffi until I read this essay. Sunday night, I was watching Family Guy and Stewie was asking Lois to play his Raffi CD while on a car ride. I’d say when you are featured on Family Guy, you’re a pop culture icon. Had I not read your essay, that scene would have went over my head!

  1408. Loved this piece Nancy.  The music that each of my three kids listened to were different, and a bit reflective of my parenting approach/philosophy and energy level at the time. My oldest was weened on a steady and careful diet of Raffi and Dragon Tales songs, along with baby Bach and Mozart pieces; luckily you presented my second child with a Dane Zane CD, and we enjoyed that along with radio Disney songs; my 5-year old doesn’t know who Raffi or Dan Zane are, but easily sings along with Nicki Minaj, Katy Perry, and Lady Gaga.  Riding in the car, it is my 13-year old that sometimes says, “shouldn’t we change the station?”  “Huh? -Oh, I think she’ll be fine – I don’t think she understands all the words.”

  1409. Sheila, You evoke a whole generational sea change with toe-tapping longing. This piece brought back so many details of my own childhood, while also making me feel as though I was in the audience with you. Thanks!

  1410. MEL! Reading your story made me long for the days spent in your old house with your family. My best childhood memories involve, in some way, the Malinowski’s. You, Terry, and Chris my surrogate siblings, your wonderful, sweethearted mom, and, of course, Butch – my hero. The man who let me drive home from Kirkwood highway when I was 12. Loved the article, and just wanted you to know that I think of you all more than you would believe.

    Bob Abernethy

  1411. I’m wondering if, like last year, there is a word and/or phrase to be used as “theme” for this? Last year wasn’t it “Fall”, to be used as the season or the actuality of a fall.

    Am I missing such a requirement for this year?

  1412. So happy we can share our work together at Hippocampus Magazine – here’s to you, here’s to me…and to loving the boys of rock and roll.

  1413. This is just wonderful. Music is in your blood — and writing shows your beautiful soul. Thanks for this gift.

  1414. Wonderful! I’m so proud of you, Sheila. And this issue was perfect for your material! Hope you’re doing really well 🙂 Kate

  1415. Sheila,

    This is one of the most lovely things I have read in a long time.  I am so proud of you!  Thanks for sharing.  I can’t wait for the next one.

  1416. I absolutely love this essay. You inspire me with your writing, which in this case  is like a very lovely, textured mosaic. It’s a work of art. I am in awe. Thank you, I can’t wait to read more of your work.

  1417. It was a pleasure to bring you chocolates, and ease the hardships of life in our little village. Life continues here as always, and we are all changed as a result of living here. 

  1418. Hello!

    This is an awesome essay.  So happy to say you are my Comp II professor!  I still have tears running down my cheeks and smile on my face as I comment on this wonderful writing.  I am so happy for you that you have your mother still alive and being humorous. My mother passed away in the 1980’s when she was 54 and I was only 33 yrs old.  Good job is not enough to say about this essay. Your awesome and have the gift indeed 🙂

  1419. To your creating a character from the person you used to be, having the ability to look at that younger version of yourself and said, “That poor girl” are things I can closely relate to. 
    Why is it so important for us humans to recognize that sameness in others? Whatever the reasons, your comments here have hit close to home. It’s as if you had a guided missile at hand.
    I’m looking forward to finding more of your writing.
    Cheers, Lori, for asking stellar questions.
    @NicholeLReber:twitter

  1420. Enchanting. A moment, once every year when hopes and fears simultaneously bid goodbye and welcome. Reminiscing!

  1421. Lisa – labels are so powerful – a magic both good and bad. I’m glad you have found your way back to joy, to sheer delight in language and words and your stories. That you have gently placed that capital “W” down, with all its expectations and fears, and picked up “I’m writing” instead. Because you MUST continue to bring us the beauty of your words. The world would be smaller without.  

  1422. Oh my. An arresting piece. One that could only be put together in this way, with these words in this order. Awe.

  1423. Well written Mare.  I laughed.  I wept.  I felt glad to be human…   

    I ended up taking too much and not nearly enough.  Oh, and I’m done with that bar of soap now if you want it.

    • I have to admit, there are times I wish I had taken more, too. Sudden clutchy spasms where I think if I had more of their stuff they would be less gone. But….don’t save the soap.

  1424. I like how you manage to incorporate so many tight details and a real transformation within the space of a short essay. As another commenter mentions, we really are there with you, step by step.  

    • Thank you! It was a challenging experience but it did change me. I’m glad people can relate to the transformation and feel it.

  1425. I love this piece so much, and it describes how I have felt so many times in the past year. For me, as a writer ten years further down the path, I’ve realized that I too have no cause for celebration, that I am a writer with a small w, and that as many stories as I write, I may never get a book published. But I too am trying to reconnect to the joy of writing — those “twenty minute bursts of creativity stolen from the baby’s naps.” So beautifully told, Lisa!

    • Julia, communicating with you has been one of the great joys of my writing journey during the past year. Thanks for the companionship, commiseration, and encouragement!

  1426. I loved this. Last December, I fell and broke my writing hand. Learned to use voice recognition software, because writers have to write, broken hands or concussions or whatever else gets in the way of bringing our stories to the light. You captured the real meaning of ‘writer’ and gave me encouragement to keep on, and ignore the clamor of competition among us all. Blessings on you and your writing for many years to come. (I am WAY over forty!) LOL

    • Linda, I hope your hand has healed well. I’ve thought about trying the voice recognition software. I’ve been resisting it because my writing process is so connected to physically putting words on the page, but maybe I need to reinvent my process. Thanks for the tip and the feedback. Blessings to you as well. 🙂

  1427. So thoughtful and beautifully written, loved it. I know of this David that you speak of, very sweet!

    Shela McCarthy

  1428. It’s a tough scene to describe, John, and you did it beautifully. It reminds me of responding to the scene of Flight 800 in July 1996, where I worked for approximately 8 weeks, handling the world-wide media. I’ll never forget seeing some of the pieces of luggage recovered, intact…teddy bears…gym bags…all these things intact — yet 230 persons didn’t make it. I saw several victims in the makeshift morgue, and I couldn’t help but think how they had every reason to believe they would have landed safely in Paris, but never made it out of NY. Family members, classmates, co-workers, newlyweds…I’ve never taken a flight since then without thinking of these victims. You never forget it. 

  1429. “Lying is hard work” — especially for an 8 year-old with mixed aptitude. Oh this made me laugh, and cringe for that little girl. Been there too often. Well done!

  1430. I love how this reflection speaks to the Shangri-La story and vice versa. Great reminders, filled with sharp observations, about the power of doing, being, experiencing what is, right now, instead of getting distracted by labels and shoulds and comparisons. Thanks for reminding me of what is most rewarding about writing. 

    • I just read the Shangri-La essay and I definitely see the comparisons you mention here about focusing on what is. Good Buddhist lesson!! I also loved your “Toothbrush” essay. It was so powerful and poignant.

    • Thank you! I was really touched by your essay in this issue. And I can learn from how you were able to address more than one theme in such a short space.

  1431. It’s funny what you hold onto in moments of loss. I am similar to your brother, in that I have saved small and unimportant objects from of all of my grandparents. While none of them is a toothbrush, I do have a piece of broken tail light from my grandfather’s work truck. It’s like a memory trigger more than anything else. And it keeps me from trying to hold onto larger objects I don’t actually have a place for. Still, even I think a toothbrush is a little weird. 

  1432. As always, MT writes with an effortless grace and makes even the most heart wrenching tales absolutely lovely. It’s always a pleasure to take part in her world.

  1433. This was so wonderful, Lisa! And it shows what a writer (big or little W) you are; from your reaction as soon as you fell, to the beautiful way you wrote this post, you are very unique and talented! I think most of us can relate to wanting to get back to a time when writing was for the love of it; as soon as the idea of getting published is involved, that fear really does come and suck all the fun out of it! 

    • Yes! As soon as I begin to think about what to “do” with a story or essay — instead of just writing it — all the fun is sucked away. Argh! Someday maybe I’ll learn to just settle down and write without the worry at my back. I’d love to hear if you have any tricks to help with that process!

  1434. Oh, but you are a writer, whether it’s with a capital letter, with a badge of honour, with a Twitter following or what not… You have the words and the ability to make us stop in our tracks and ponder and feel something new.  Thank you for this very candid and poignant confession.

  1435. It continues to amaze me that while our skulls are so strong, they cannot protect us from everything. Traumatic brain injury is a very really condition. Having survived a very serious case of meningitis in 2008, I worked hard to regain my pre-illness mind. How fortunate I am to have some minor deficits. (Of course, the concussion I sustained a year ago at my daughter’s roller skating party didn’t help…) A colleague of mine had a fall similar to yours that has left her completely altered. She can no longer work. At all. She writes, when she is able, as a way of dealing with the emotional and spiritual pain that accompanies the physical pain.

    Thank you for sharing your journey. It is a reminder how delicate our bodies can be and how we can grow from our setbacks in previously unimaginable ways.

    • Thank you so much for sharing this story.  Like you, I never realized how easily the brain could be injured — or how such an injury could unseat the rest of my life. I’m glad you are doing better from both the illness and the concussion — a hard double blow. I hope your co-worker continues to heal as well. All best.

  1436. T.J. Maxx, sliver of Dial, dried toothpaste on the toothbrush handle…I ache from the smallness and the bigness.

  1437. Wow.  I was going to have a light-hearted, relaxing week-end, but now I’m going to be contemplating the meaning of all my familial relationships.  Great story.

  1438. Oh, gorgeous.  I love, love, love this.  I’m writing, too.  Not a Writer, but writing.  And your company is immensely valuable on this journey.  Thank you.  xox

  1439. I just love this, Lisa.  I’m taking this with me: “Instead of  ‘I’m a Writer, ‘ let’s just say, I’m writing.”  Because the writing, after all, is what it’s all about.

    • Yes — I get so carried away with the trappings of what I think it means to be a Writer, that I sometimes forget why I started writing, for the love of it. Thanks 🙂

  1440. This is a really tight, well written, colorfully informative piece. We’re with you from the start – wanting to cry at the sight of those hand-sized spiders – feeling the heat and the grime of those workers breaking rocks – all of it. Great details. Appreciate the ending very much of course – thank you.  Laurie

    • Thanks Laurie! And thank you for all I learned in your course (Creative Nonfiction and the Personal Essay at writers.com). This essay wouldn’t even be here if I hadn’t worked with you and Gretchen.

  1441. It is amazing how you take a tragic and painful event and turn it into a meaningful lesson!  Your writing is amazing, and I love your creativity and use of language (even in the midst of post concussion symptoms!).  I can’t believe how you combine your words, sentences into such clear images in the mind.  I particularly love the Wing-Feather Fables on your website!  

  1442. I am happy you still have your mother around, mine past  2005.  I miss her very much and I know she would be very supportive of me returning to collge.

  1443. Dear Lisa, I sat right behind you while you ate and fed your children recently.  I wish I had known then that you are such a brilliant writer; and a good poet too.  Of course, you will get a book deal!  You write with an intensity which all aspiring writers would wish to have.  Congratulations.  I am sure it helps that your greatest fan is your husband.  I promise to greet you the next time I am in your presence.

  1444. Oh, how true — all of it!! I love how you counter jealousy with gratitude and the importance of reading, being a community of readers and writers. Even when we want to push each other into traffic.

  1445. You write very well. Your story is heart wrenching and it is so important that it be told. I’m glad you have lived long enough to enter your ” second childhood.”  I want to read your memoir.
     
    Wanda Riggle

  1446. Wonderful little story. Couldn’t be better developed and written. Deception on many levels. 

  1447. Hi,
    I like the sensitive and insightful review of the memoir. Forgive my imprudence, but I wonder if you would be open to reviewIng an indie E book, or whether you strictly review strictly traditionally published books.
    Johanna van Zanten

  1448. The short form of CNF is the perfect means of expression for this piece. It’s poignant and subtle– so much so that it’d be easy to miss what happened if your piece were given a brief, careless glance. It’s told naturally as a conversation though, of course, literarily.
    Cheers.
    Nichole L. Reber
    @NicholeLReber:twitter 
    http://www.architecturetravelwriter.com/

  1449. Great story! I loved the spirit and the heroine — and lines like  “I began my new life the next morning, gaining strength from my anger and the knowledge that John had tried to deny me the pleasure of superior butter, cream, and cheese…” Just gorgeous.

  1450. I am so glad to find and read your work. I corresponded with a gentleman, probably your grandfather, Charles, several years ago. We discussed genealogy. My maiden name is Snoad and he gave me a great deal of information regarding the family. I believe he died in 1987, the same year my father died. I would enjoy hearing from you.

  1451. Sure, Ms Cunniffe is brilliantly gifted when it comes to using words as a bat to knock her Ballgirl application “out of the park”, but can she PAINT!!!!

  1452. Tremendous !! I am a season ticket holder and you have my vote. At a minimum, when they have those “retro/nostalgia/reunion/walloffame” nights, you should be on the field. As the founding member of the yet to be formed “Goldenball Girls” , I suggest you deserve to throw out the first pitch when Jamie and the Rockies are in town.
    Wayne (sec 115, row 7)

  1453. Sounds like this might be an interesting read, especially the way the author structured the book. I’m always looking for new and different. Thanks.

  1454. Kris, Is there anything you don’t do?? I loved your story and thoroughly approved of your “sweet” revenge!
    I can confirm that going on a tour of Tuscany/Umbria is indeed a blast!

  1455. Wow, seriously need this! Planning the next steps in the write education, and it is hard to choose a degree program!

  1456. I will say, from personal knowledge, that you are far, far from being a bitch! But, that aside, you’ve definitely spilled the beans here. Jealousy, even while trying to be a good friend, good writer’s group member, good colleague is real, and not too many of us are willing to admit it. I love that you follow up your admission with the idea of gratitude because that’s how we pull ourselves out of it–or at least that’s how we can turn the envy into motivation. (Or try to anyway!)

  1457. Great story, and better reminder of what a fun…and talented…person you really are!   Going on any sort of tour or trip with you would inevitably be a blast.  

  1458. Beautifully captures a moment through shared language and loss of innocence. Lovely writing.

  1459. Great story!  I was hooked from the first sentence and then thoroughly enjoyed the entire journey through the piece.  

  1460. I witnessed most of your career as a player and agree with everything you’ve written.  well done, as usual!

    Dad

  1461. there is not a  better voice to tear through a relationship or plate of food, giving juicy details than what i just read!  meaty, ripe, and tasty fun!

  1462. Bryce Journey’s “Deceptions” is a terrific piece of creative nonfiction. Nice ironic and self-ironic humor, of course, and nice three-part story well crafted so the parts all fit as nicely as the mechanism in an expensive watch, but what I like best is the vulnerability Bryce shows and the courage to set what Tom Stoppard calls “ambushes for the audience”, i.e., moments of unexpected epiphany–both for the reader and for himself.
    JJ McKenna

  1463. Loved it Eileen! It brought back many memories of playing softball and going to Phillies games. Well done:)

  1464. An annual “best-of” in print, as per the final comment, would be great! Interesting to see that my own responses to your survey fell right in with the average here. Thanks for publishing the results, and keep up the good work!

  1465. Marvelous read, LOL!  I was always proud to warm the bench with my big sister Eileen!  I have my matching kazoo and my own story from the trip across the bridge after the Tastykake giveaway game in the early 70’s.   Am happy to give a reference for Eileen  if Charlie is looking for one. 

  1466. This story was so rich. While it is of an actual memory, it has the ability to work on a metaphorical level as well. To me, there is something cathartic about the no one else knowing. About having such an  audacious secret.

  1467. Nice story, Nathan. I wish I could say my first job was as educational, but I worked in a hot dog shop under the scrutinizing eye of a 70 year old woman. Unfortunately, she was not quite the same working companion as Stanley and took offense at my desire to read at the counter when all the cleaning had been done and no one was coming in to eat.

  1468. What a poignant picture of a shared, language-less but  communication-rich, moment. I love this.

  1469. “Deceptions” is a great title for this piece.  I enjoy how the three different deceptions thematically tie the various threads together into a single amusing story.  It’s clever way to structure the piece.

  1470. Oh Kris, this was wonderful!  By the way…Italian men are pretty terrific and they’ll pick up the check!

  1471. Nathan, your story kept my interest all the way through. Heart warming, sincere and very real. First read of yours and it’s great. Keep writing and sharing. Paula Tepedino

  1472. A touching piece. The story illustrates the power of presence whether we intend to be in a certain place or not. I experience this often at medical centers where no words need be said to share the grief of diagnosis, of setbacks, of impending death, or the delightful joy of life lived in present time. 

  1473. Delicious. Sumptuous. What a wonderful story & creative story-teller. I’ll bet she’s a great cook too.

  1474. Dennish Lehane tells a funny story about when Shutter Island got picked up by Scorsese (which was the THIRD of his books to become a movie). His wife asked why he wasn’t calling anybody to share the good news and he shared this email from one of his writer buddies. 

    Subject: Marty Scorsese 

    Body: F**k you.
     

  1475. Like a sumptuous meal, the author served us the appetizer, the main course and the desert was layered in the realization that she could do what she wanted for herself. The cognac was listening to her own voice!

  1476. Wow this was a nice surprise to stumble on this fine story.  Nathan got most of the fact right….but I did not pay him in cash.  It’s always a bit dangerous to have a son who is a writer.  You never know when you are going to appear in a story.

    Nathan’s Dad

  1477. There are lots of ways we’re told to make it worthy of the “so what” question. We’re told to use an anecdote to a current event or pop culture, for one, as you mentioned with the “why now” business. We might also see it as the pathos of classical rhetoric, no? Or marketability? Whatever we call it, more new writers need to read this– if only so they know the difference between a journal entry and a literary wallop. 
    Nonetheless, there’s something about the way you discussed the essence of the narrative arc, the seed of the problem to be solved, that made something click in me. That enabled me to expand a drafted essay where I was just trying to keep it tight, tight, tight. Sometimes it IS alright to less go and use narrative, I realized. That dovetailed sublimely in the development of ethos.
    Now let’s hope that applies as smoothly as I hope to writing better hooks.
    Thanks, Risa.

  1478. I often hear the “why now” question applied to scripted stories. It’s interesting to think about it in relation to personal stories. And as I write that it seems obvious but I’ve actually not thought about it before. Thank you!

  1479. First of course I love this piece bc it’s from a fellow Chicago girl’s
    perspective. Hurah Chi-town! As a writer, though, I liked it from the
    first sentence. Your simple way with humor helps this story to read very
    personally yet not overly sweet. Your voice seems so natural, casual yet not without literary quality. Your pace is deft yet your use of diction, action, and character prevent the reader from merely scanning the work. How fantastic that the apex of your narrative arc takes place while climbing a ledge! Finally, you’ve a manner of stating things implicitly– sometimes by stating the contrary with adolescent churlishness– that makes me want to read more of your work. Stellar stuff!

  1480. Beautiful, evocative writing, Carol.  My mother-in-law is in assisted living, and my father-in-law recently died.  I think she also forgets from time to time that she’s lost him.  She seems to be miserable all the time…

  1481. Finally, a man’s honest observation about what a man in this culture really wonders about and how he easily is misled into believing the media versions of what we will experience when we do something “out of the ordinary.” Kudos to the author for an honest picture. Women are not the only ones adrift in this “brave  new world,”

  1482. So many lines in here just cracked me up. One of my favorites: “Here’s a tip: do not sit home all morning reading Donald Hall’s haunting poetry about his wife Jane Kenyon’s decline and death and then go to school to help with a cupcake party.” Thanks for the reminders and the inspiration!

  1483. nice shot story. I’ve been there also, only wished my girl friends would self serve themslves. Once I dropped a load into a haggis, but couldn’t locate it after the oats swelled up.

  1484. after reading all the glowing reviews below, i feel bad is all i feel is sad. i also feel bad that the first thing you write is sad. your old beau, dave

  1485. Carol,  I just read your story.   Werner always thought you were a talented woman (although he said “girl”).  
    seeing aging parents in this world of waiting is so difficult.   I do like your phrase:  “forgetting is her shield against the darkness.”
    Keep up your good work.

  1486. Carol, This story is so deftly etched by humor, that the dark and interesting humanity of the dear ladies waiting to die is bearable.  You carefully observe and reveal the ladies as silly and absurd, and also respect them as their protecting hippocampi sheild their frail bodies and spirits from the horrors of their predicament and losses.  They are at once annoying and loveable. Also revealed is the patience and compassion demonstrated by you both as narrator and character in your own tale.  You inspire me to take up my pin to stick around, wide awake, in my own human scenes that pretend to have no foreseeable end.  Words good!

  1487. CORINNA, THANKS FOR SENDING THIS TO ME.
    I CARED FOR MY FATHER FOR 3YRS, HE PASSED AWAY NOV 2010, AND WAS AN ALZHEIMER PATIENT. WE WERE ABLE TO KEEP HIM AT HOME. I WILL NEVER FORGET THE PRIV1LEDGE OF TAKING CARE OF HIM. WE LAUGHED AND HAD SOME VERY CLEAR AND INSIGHTFUL TIMES TOGETHER.
    YOUR STORY IS VERY BEAUTIFUL TO ME.
    MUCH LOVE,
    ANN LINGERFELT-LEWTER

  1488. How wonderful that you can communicate with your Mother, and she with you, and that you accept her as she is. That’s love.

  1489. Hello Lisa, this is the first time I have read anything of yours.  I think you are very talented and to be honest, each and every sentence seems very thought out and powerful.  Honestly, for me, reading this, it was at first hard to get into your story, more because it seemed very complicated, but as i continued reading, it was definitely worth the read.  We will pray for you to get that book deal! I will buy your book……

  1490. A very cleverly written story, Lisa!  I remember when you got that “Dear John” letter–that was incredulous to me but we did have a good chuckle.  Your resilience, determination, and dedication to your craft is second to none!  The answer, by the way, to THE question is “You WILL get a book deal!  And you will continue to write and get more book deals–I KNOW IT!”

  1491. Would make a great off-broadway show, and an even better indie flick, for sure. Ever think about adapting it?

  1492. Joe LaGrippe … why do I know that name?
    LOVED the dream you had about Jer! So real, like they’ve been here all this time and we just didn’t know … is that what Jerry’s trying to tell you??
    I’m cold after reading this.

  1493. So many great observations in here — the woman and her tattoo, patting the container, “stupid and proud…” 

  1494. This is truly a gerat memoire, a sl;ice of life that we don’t like to think about. But Ms. Finer pesents it with both humor and realism. Moving, provocative, forcing us to think of things we’d rather not think about. A gerat piece.

  1495. Carol,  this was so beautifully written.  I laughed, and cried, and just when I was crying the most at the end, you made me laugh again with your mothers last comment. You have a real gift for writing, and a way of making the reader feel as if they are there in the story with you.  Very well done my friend!  It reminds me of my great aunt, who died a year ago.  She was living in a retirement home, but all she wanted was to go home.  So she called movers, didn’t tell her kids and went back home.  Said the only way she was leaving was feet first.  And that is how she left.  She layed down freshly coiffed from the beauty parlor for a little nap, and never woke up.  I guess for all of us, no matter how old or disoriented we get, all we ever want is to go home.  Makes me miss my work with the elderly a lot.  Thanks for sharing.
    Hugs!
    Karan 

  1496. I think Patter may have made the comment in jest – there was just something in the news about a woman suing a sperm donor for child support because she couldn’t sue her ex (because he wasn’t the birth father). Isn’t that ridiculous?!

  1497. Lisa – another thought-provoking essay. I am in awe of your persistance and fortitude – to understand that you must write – regardless of the answer to THAT question – is a lesson for us all. Like you, I had to smile at the “Dear John” letter – surely that will be a great story for you to tell at your future book signings. I continue to be amazed at your story-telling abilities and the characters that romp in the playground of your head. You must never be lonely 🙂

  1498. Wait for the real punchline – you’re liable for child support if your lesbian friends decide to collect from you, wholly at their option.

  1499. Great article Corinna, and a realistic perspective on a sad disease. This brings a lot of ease and reminds us that if the disease isn’t all that bad for the sufferer, then we needn’t make ourselves suffer as well.

  1500. This was too enjoyable to read. My whole life, no man has been able to discuss masturbation from a man’s perspective…though I’m sure this isn’t a typical account. And I must say that I, for one, DO find the plots in porn very interesting!

  1501. So powerful. I love this line, “My thoughts are caught in a web of hair, imprisoned by the thick strands of loss.” Throughout the essay, you capture so well the complexity of parenting a child with special needs. The overwhelming love and grief and pride and worry and . . . it’s all there. Beautiful. Thank you.

  1502. thank you for capturing your thoughts and insights while visiting your mom at her residence/home. I am encourage to be more understanding and the needs to visit elderly more often to make them feel more ‘at home’ while they are place to receive attention and care.

  1503. I have asked a number of serious Christians what they think God’s purpose is in Alzheimer’s.  Seems like a legit question and one that should be in the province of the divine.   Stuff like homelessness, Afghanistan, drug addiction, etc. seem clearly in our own province and within our power to fix or at least improve.   But Alzheimer’s?  What could possible be the point of Alzheimer’s?  It just seems degrading, meaningless and let’s not forget, expensive.  I dealt with dementia and obstreperous behavior on the part of my own old Ma.  And I was like Corinna’s brother, the one nearby. I used to go over there to the “Home” and watch the Alzheimer’s afflicted come out of their dining room on their wheel chairs and into the wide hall way.  It took them about 20 minutes to wheel down a 50 foot hallway.  Watching them I was always remended of the Spanish Armada approaching the English shore.  The were so slow and heavy and ponderous and unable to steer in a straight line for more than a few feet.  All they were missing was a mast and a flag.  They were not original like Corinna’s Mom, but the were musical.  Their favorite song was “Frosty the Snowman.”  It was the one they all knew and they’d repeat it for hours.  So I always thought, are they going to make me keep living when I get like this.  Probably.  Falling over dead from a heart attack while shoveling the snow — that seems like winning the lottery.  But how many tickets do I buy and where do I buy them?  Anyway, I think it is so positive and loving that Corinna can take the view of it she does.  And I don’t think she’s making up the afirmation she gets from her Mom.  Sounds totally real to me.  And as we get to old age ourselves we need good role models.  For one thing you are watched more carefully than at any time since early childhood, so it’s really easy to screw up and making the people who care for you hate your guts.  That’s bad.  It’s what happened to my own old Ma.

  1504. Corinna, what a wonderful piece.   It takes away the fear of finding a parent diminished and allows us, as you found you were able to do, to accept them with serenity and without judgement as they are now.   I found it extremely moving.   Thanks love.

  1505. I love this piece – so clever, so bittersweet. The picture you paint of the interminable gig from hell is just perfect, and I remember smiling the first time I read “Nothing says rock and roll like having your big sister fight your battles for you.”

    I also really admire you for ending the piece on a minor chord. Very nicely done indeed.

  1506.  I want to say about this article that ” Great” . Its a lovely piece of content you shred here and Big thanks for you for this. Keep posting here that I can read here regular.

  1507. Fran, I really enjoyed your insight. One question, though: what does “kill your darlings” mean? Superfluous words? Weak characters? I’d love to know. Thanks. -Kelley J.

  1508. This is a beautiful post. There are so many ways we can hate ourselves; it’s so much easier than loving what we’ve been given. Good for you for trying to spare your daughter what you went through.

  1509. Hey Mare,

    Great story and well told.  You live pretty dangerously for a city girl.  I could feel your angst on the ledge.  Kind of makes some of the other “big” things in life seem kind of tame when you’re perched up on a ledge and unable to go one way or the other without risking a fall to the rocks below.  In a way I’m glad that mom didn’t get to read that one.  She worried enough about me when I was in my 20’s and in fact told me I could no longer tell her when I was going into the woods – ony tell her after I came out.  To have her worrying about her only daughter living life dangerously in her 40’s would have been a cruel burden for her.  Now that I think about it, it’s hard on a brother to hear this tale too.  Promise me that there will be no more free climbing for my only sis.

    Dave

  1510. Dear Fred,

    We read the story of your sixth-grade ordeal.  Your strength of character is incredible for one so young.  Each teacher had her own way of handling the dangerous situations, but compassion and common sense from both prevailed.  We are proud to know how magnificently you emerged from all this with true courage, a sense of humor and the soul of a poet.  Bravo, Fred!  Love, Sydney and Bill

  1511. To be flooded with bliss instead of panic, beautiful–especially because of the journey to get there.

  1512. I think it is one of the most humorous things I have read.  It was more like writing a picture.  I could feel the cold, the hot, and the narrow ledges.  The writing was beautiful.

    Bob Davidson

  1513. Your mother never learned how to swim because she was, and still is afraid of the water. I love looking at it, and sitting in the pool. When I was growing up, few people had pools in their yards. So, most women of my generation were offered piano lessons or dance lessons; I was not interested in that either. So, I think some of the reasons you noted were true; but I just was never interested in swimming. I think it is a good thing for health, and a great skill for safety. I’m glad you are learning things to be the best “you” that you can be.

     Love,

    Mama

  1514. Yes.  So well said, Risa. The apoggiatura as a metaphor for that little gasp that happens when a phrase resonates just so, or the longing that the reader feels for a different end to a story that must end sadly.
     

  1515. Wonderful ending; that last sentence had the tears welling up in my eyes. You built up to it slowly but surely, and then tied your theme together nicely.

  1516. How delightful, MT! We so enjoyed your story … its humor and energy. But we didn’t like the cat part. When you write one where a dog stops cars, let us know.  

  1517. Hi M.T.,

    We both really liked this story….and more to the point, we think your Dad (and Mom) would have liked it too!  Felt like we were in the room as the story was being read aloud – and in Northern Minnesota as the story was unfolding.

    Love,

    Bob and Lois Davidson

  1518. Love the way the details about grandmother and granddaughter unfold piece by piece, so that it’s not until the very end that I have a complete feel for who they are and what the significance of this moment it. Really powerful. 

  1519. Such a beautifully honest and real story with wonderful flashes of humor. Such talent, Ms. Cozzola.

  1520. I like this one.  I laugh at the “save their 20 £ and wait a few months.” And I wonder what I’ve missed when I can’t figure out who Edith is.  I do believe in the great mysteries, but shy away from psychics.  I’m just not sure that the sprits they are working with are any that I would want to meet.

  1521. I love the joy of this piece, and the way it makes me think differently about Alzheimers. Beautiful.

  1522. Ms C
    Your work is simply wonderful.  Your abilty to make me feel like I am taking the journey along side of you is such a gift.

  1523. Anthropologies is a beautiful book — poetic, broad in scope, complex yet accessible.  For me, the fragmentary structure felt like the struggle to convey truth, which often doesn’t unravel in a smooth way, but sometimes feels more impressionistic.  The segmented form felt very intimate, actually, like the writer was sharing memories and trying to puzzle them together into a meaningful whole.  If you like Lia Purpura and Brenda Miller, try Alvarado’s book. 

    • Thank you! I just checked in to see if the March issue was up yet, and was floored to see both the story and your kind comment. You made my day.

  1524. Love this! I have turned the.song idea into a project. I give them.definitions.of what a poem is -like Emily dickinsons and they have to defend how a song of.their choice fits the definition. They loved it 🙂

  1525. I’m find the book-length memoir I’m writing to require more revision than anything I’ve ever written before – short stories, poems, essays, journalism. The books is shifting from my original idea somewhat, and it’s better for it. I hope yours will be as well, Will!

  1526.  
    I relate to with this beautifully written story although I am not, and was never really into horses. As a 15 year old, sent out to a sheep station to study away from the noisy urban town, I took out a grey horse for a ride. He was well behaved, but coming home again, he suddenly bolted, jumping a dry creek bed and throwing me out of the saddle. I, too, landed on my hip and for several seconds I could not move my legs.
    But slowly movement returned and I limped back to the farm. I have never been on a horse again as I alone know how close I came to being paralysed.  Thank you.

    http://travelswithmyhat.com

  1527. I shared this with some other writers and poets I know. Thanks for the reminder that we sometimes need to think outside the box, break routines.  It’s sometimes exhilarating to throw habits out the window, even if just for an hour.

  1528. Great thoughts. I have to confess that normally I don’t read craft essays because I think writers sometimes spend too much time writing and reading about writing, and not enough time reading great examples of their genre and actually writing… But this caught my eye and I’m glad it did. There are so many reasons not to sit down and write–not feeling ready, not having the right environment, having too much else to do… Sometimes you just need to shut up and do it. There’s no perfect time. I’m not a parent, but I love Anne Lamott’s quote in which she says something like: I used not to be able to write of there were dishes in the sink… Then I had a child. Now I could write if there were a corpse in the sink.

  1529. You have such a gift, Lisa, for capturing all the complexities of an issue. And oh how true it is that each time we experience writer’s block we fear that this really IS the time that the words are gone. So perfectly stated.

  1530. “Debby is a put-down”. I laughed out loud! That line is genius. I can just hear it. I relate so much to this, my name being Anne, which I never liked. I go by Annie, because it’s cuter, and Anne is so dated, and at one point I almost changed the spelling to Ayn. My parents wanted a “classic English” name. (Sigh) I find myself jealous of the Heathers and the Ashleys. 

    I love this piece because we all have such a strong opinion about our name. But it could be worse, we could the daughters of silly famous people and have names no one has ever heard of, like Pax or Ever. Oh, and I met someone the other day named Seamus. “That’s my dog’s name!” I exclaimed. He didn’t seem too happy. 

    You can go to http://wp.me/pYI5c-f3 for my little blog about my name. Could this be a new trend? “Name” essays? There’s got to be a clever phrase we can make up…! Thanks for writing and I love your style.
     

  1531. I love it—especially how you move back and forth from being young to being old.  There are some interesting parts to being that young, and transforming into an adult. 

  1532. Stunning! I’m so glad there are more blank pages that YOU can fill. It’s such a pleasure to read/see/experience/feel what you do with words.

  1533. “What we often love most about great art and great literature is the feeling of anticipation, that tingle that occurs when we step out of ourselves and into other skins.” EXACTLY! Not just in what we read, but in what we aspire to write! Great piece, Lisa — I love it! 

  1534. Great essay. I used to have my eighth grade students evaluate the literary worth of a favorite song. I don’t know why I stopped. I love your idea and plan to use it. Thanks for fighting the good fight!

  1535. That’s a wow! From “the blank screen” to “the white space on the empty page” the reader is engaged in a wonderful journey. One can smell the fresh cut grass, be reminded of the suddenness of the phone breaking silence, Great writing indeed casts a spell. Yours cast a spell of pride. No words can express how proud I am of you. Your words make the language sing

    I trust this was written before you were advised by a doctor to rest rest and rest???

  1536. And it continues even beyond those years. I taught college freshmen for many years and am now a “lecturer” one quarter a year in a professional certificate program at a large university. Though our time is very limited, the adult professionals who take my grammar-based technical writing class are often surprised at how much “non-academic education” during discussion actually enhances their experience with what they would normally consider dry material. It opens up the pigeon holes.

  1537. I thoroughly enjoyed this essay, Michael. I can sense your love of students and their engagement of the gear wheels of inspiration in each paragraph. You’re tuning them into life and love and so many wonderful concepts beyond the classroom. I admire this.

    I, too, worked as a teacher for nearly twenty years. As an art teacher (for many of those years) my main motivation was to mine and witness the developing taproot of creativity as it lit up in so many students’ eyes. As they learned to appreciate their own artistic skills their whole world seemed to open up and wasn’t that sensational, the real perk of my job.

    Thank you for a fine essay!

  1538. So, beautifully written!  You bring the images of these famous painters and writings of fantastic authors in your descriptions.  But even more impressive is how you weave it all together as a way to fight through the “blocks” that people who do all art forms face!  Simply amazing writing!

  1539. Lisa – an amazing piece. Only reminding me how much I miss your words. I love the lessons learned from the Dutch master painters as a cure for writer’s block. As a photographer, I can certainly relate to the need for contrast – the necessity of both light AND shadow – one must have both to create an arresting image. As always, beautiful writing that challenges my thinking about creativity.

  1540. Heartfelt and awesome. Favorite line: “she’s the most beautiful girl . . . in all the universes, even the alternate ones.” Now that’s romantic. – CB

  1541. I love the story of Red and Blue — there’s always a chance of a yellow umbrella.

    As a mom of little kids, and with a young puppy in the house, if I waited for quiet and calm, I’d never write. I rely on the habits I can, and make the best of the rest of it. Thanks for a thought-provoking post.

  1542. Gosh. I’ve been there. I can remember several times in relationships where I said something that seemed so harmless to me that totally was taken another way. Nice stream of consciousness here. -DT

  1543. It extra scary being scared when you are alone. I can recall once time as a kid almost choking on a tomato and no one was there and I terrified. It worked its way down my throat and I never felt more relieved. This story reminds me of that. Such a scary moment — just a moment — for you while your family carried on. Great job.

  1544. Well done; the urgency Of the moment comes through. good luck with the publication of your book.
    Johanna van Zanten

  1545. Agreed. If you’re to into only being able to write under certain conditions, you’re being too uptight about it. And if you indeed have a regular habit of writing, then a little interruption won’t be that big of a deal because, even if it kills your flow, there’s always next time.

  1546. Wriing is such a personal proposition that it sometimes feels like sharing the secrets of the mind, which the rest of the population does not typically do. I bet your husband was touched you shared your novel with him. I also think your marriage is one that is real and allows for room for each of your own interests to grow and prosper. This is a great personal essay, thanks for a great read.

  1547. I like your comments and observations, Mensah. But, I have to ask a question…

    Why are words which are typically capitalized (the title, I, your name) NOT so in your article? Was this purposeful or part of a submission snafu with Hippo? I know I’m showing my age here, but I find it distracting from the good things you have to say.

    Just wondering….

  1548. I thoroughly enjoyed this story, Hilary. You’re squarely in my camp of non-chefs with understanding husbands. The line, “It had enough calories to sustain a cross-country team for a week” especially made me laugh!

    Thanks for bringing your Writing Life into focus!

  1549. Thanks, your story is very recognizable. I started my first attempt at writing long hand three years ago but found it too cumbersome and resorted to the computer after rewrites took too much time. The process of writing long hand was somehow different and released my creative side, as the computer signified business and work. Now the two have blended for me.
    Johanna

  1550. Great story….the imagery and language flowed I also love the
    description of your life at the end of the page, right down to the “thinks-he’s-a-child
    Labrador”.   I have life-envy!  😉

  1551. Hi Sharon & Jim,
    GOOD JOB Sharon.  Toooooo close for comfort for many out there – but delightful reading.
    BEST WISHES!

  1552. Wonderful piece. I grew up in the same era and had some similar experiences, and your evocation of male adolescence at that time was right on.

  1553. Very nicely drawn protagonist. You’re pulling for a happy ending for her even though you know it’s not likely, and she does as well, but soldiers on anyway. Like the abrupt ending as well.

  1554. I too have known this fear of the page and the need to shift from one method of writing to another. This is a compelling piece.

  1555. This is indeed an elegant story – brief, almost sparse, written with an eye of person who was there, and with the compelling grip of truth.

  1556. I appreciate your wise words here, Risa. Working on writing memoir takes focus and your comments about “touching a nerve in the reader” especially reverberate for me.

    I’ve been struggling in my efforts, reconsidering my “essential message” as you say. It takes metaphorically standing distant from my writing (and sometimes reading aloud helps) to see what readers will take away from the story. Imagining those muses/devils/witches/rubber stamps helps to question my motives and intent for writing.

    Thanks for putting this back into focus for me.

  1557. Wow, Lisa. So much here to chew on. I chuckle to think of some of those artists, scientists and philosophers of 18th century Paris navigating the twitterscape. The subject of my recent post on whether Twitter makes us better writers or not moved over to Twitter for more conversation. And someone tweeted, “I wonder if Hemingway would have liked Twitter?” Not sure about that, but, with his lean, sparse style, I think he would have been very good at it.

    In your description of aristocrats and bourgeois mingling together, I can’t help comparing that to Twitter. Everyone has a voice and, to a certain degree, we are judged not on who we are, but what we have to say. And, yes, the writer’s salon and Twitter are both forums for the exchange of ideas. 

    What an excellent, thought-provoking piece. I need to catch up on more of your writing. : )

  1558. Well done, Rise.  Better than the original story from which it is derived. Two months ago I ran into someone who was also a presenter at the Squaw Valley Writers Conference, where I heard the story.  She told me the story was a fabrication.

    Your essay, however, smacks of originality and authenticity.  Thanks, AL

  1559. Sharon, how did you make me laugh and cry in the span of a minute or two?! Thanks for a much needed and enjoyable break.

  1560. I knew Sharon’s Mother and this short tribute to her Mother is right on and beautifully written!  
    Sharon captured, in her Mother, the seven dwarfs perfectly. She also had times of kindness and genuinely worried about others and this did not go unnoticed by some.  I loved her Mother’s sense of humor.  It always came at a time that you would least expect it.  I never knew the real story behind the thong on the wall as I got an entirely different impression. I’m not sure why I had the understanding that they had something to do with a wild night in Las Vegas.  The unexpected!! Then she told me to ask the others.  She was building her own mystery around them.  
    I hope Sharon continues writing as she has the gift.   Janice Wilborn RN               

  1561. Stunning – I was hanging on every word as the tension built – great sense of storytelling and character.

  1562. Simple and chilling. I think the part that hit me the hardest was the emptied storage room. So efficient, so cruel. Thank you for sharing this.

  1563. Everytime I read a story by Fred I get a knot in my throat and it leaves me wanting more.  These stories are so fascinating and gut wrenching. Fred’s writing artfully describes life in 1930s Germany through the perspective of a young Jewish boy.The building tension and early coming of age in this story make another absorbing short story by Fred.

  1564. Thank you for writing this wonderful story, which made me laugh and cry at the same time. My mother had Alzheimer’s and I care for her in our home for 5 years. Some of my best memories are from this time period!
    Clarise

  1565. Dear Sharon, you made me laugh and cry. My mother lived with acquired brain damage after surgery and | had many such moments with her before she died. Thank you for writing about it so beautifully. Martine

  1566. I enjoyed reading your story. I look forward to buying the memoir from you some day. These stories must be shared so we never forget. I’ll be sharing Sandra’s link to this on my Facebook page.

  1567. Such a powerful, unforgettable story, Fred, it brought me to tears. I’m so glad to have read it. Please keep writing. -Rowan

  1568. Sharon, Thanks for sharing your always potent family history. My mother died when I was 13, but had she lived, perhaps I would have experienced such scenes. Your writing inspires.

  1569. What a great sense of humor you have, and how fortunate your mother is that you do! I have a 97 year old grandmother in an “independent living” home, and my visits there always feel a bit surreal…like pre-school but for old people.

  1570. The fabric room with all the beautiful colors is such a memorable image, placed in stark contrast to the brutality of the black-uniformed officers. The consistency of the child’s viewpoint and the pace of the story draw the reader in. So well told!

  1571. The way you weave a child’s view with the loss of that view is masterful. I truly hope this becomes part of a longer memoir — I’d love to read more of your work.

  1572. Ahhh.  so on the mark.  Age creep.  finding my self not remembering things I want too, and remembering what I wish I could forget. often referred to my daughter in the morning as one of the seven dwarfs.  Now I can also attach same to my mother. Never would have thought of that.  Embrace all of it! Lifes milestones. Thanks for a well written nudge.

  1573. The curve of this piece, from five years old to six, is so elegant, one might forget (but, in the end, can’t forget) the subject matter. I send you many, many hopes that you will grow this into the memoir you need to write.

  1574. Such a poignant piece, showing how parents and children reverse roles at some point.  While the child is questioning the change, she deals with it with such humor and kindness, and the mother with grace.  A real joy to read!

  1575. Outstanding piece! Poignant, most definitely funny, a little heartbreaking. A real story about real people, and how we deal with life’s adventures. Bravo!

  1576. As a Gerontologist I love your sharing of this story. I had a good laugh. Aging brings higher risk of diseases that cause cognitive dysfunction. In going forward we smile and enjoy the fantasy while making sure we safeguard our love ones. [I work with caregivers on behalf of the Alzheimer’s Association, their stories have enhanced my appreciation of family caregivers.]  

  1577. Congratulations! Clever and poignant together, Sharon. The lighthearted comes through, but the dark side lurks. You’ll have to tell me how many drafts it took to come up with this tightly focused, funny and important essay for anyone dealing with aging parents. Reminds me a little of E.B. White’s “To the Lake” with the role reversal. 

  1578. Wonderful, Karen (sorry folks, inside joke). I smiled then laughed out loud. All of us who have had aging parents (and are rapidly aging ourselves) can identify with this story. Great pay off at the finish – however, I always thought YOU were the pole-dancer in your family. That’s what Jim always said …

  1579. Sharon, this is funny, clever and wonderful.  I laughed out loud and have a big smile on my face – thanks for putting it there.   You are so talented!

  1580. Great;s great Sharon!  You always come up with the unusual!  Bravo for that!  

    I have been thinking about you and would love a looonnnggg lunch with you sometime when in the area!   I like to write also but finding the time is an issue in my household!  Stay in touch!   Hugs, your friend, Ellie Swanger

  1581. Beautifully written and evocative. A heartfelt recounting of a traumatic event – always tough, even for seasoned writers.

  1582. Excellent observations and comments here, Austin.

    I especially like your thought about favoring a compelling “piece that lingers in my mind for some time after I’m finished reading.”
    So true, and something definitely worth striving for as a new writer.

    Thanks!

  1583. “In years to come, they’d laugh about it . . . and so would my therapist and I.”  Haaa!!!  Still laughing…  Terrific stuff.  Thanks for sharing it.  And, um, be more careful wouldja?  We need you to stay alive and write more stuff.

  1584. This story is most definitely good medicine. Whenever my view of the world is slightly askew or negative, all I’ll have to do is think of a ‘sod-and-snot Chaplin mustache’ to make me giggle.

    Laugh-out-loud funny, Ben! Thanks for the “memories” you’ve shared

  1585. My mother was a DJ. I spent my childhood going to campgrounds and festivals and resorts. Once, I was hanging out with my mom on this gazebo-type-stage at a campground. She was setting up her records (yes, records!) and she asked me a question. I didn’t answer her. “Donna?” Doooonnna?” she asked and then turned around to see a hole in the floor. The stage was rotted and I had fallen through. I was banged up a bit — bunch of nails and old wood; had to get a shot… I vaguely remember this happening, but it was a favorite story of hers to tell. -Donna

  1586. It’s a wonder than any of us survived the melancholy of youth, isn’t it?
    Your story, Jodie, is spot-on in revisiting those years, and your way of casting reflection upon your present day is heart warming and fine in its sincerity.
    Thanks for this excellent memoir!

    • Ha!  So true: the melancholy of youth.  Looking back I wonder, jeez, what did I really have to be so melancholy about?  I had no real responsibilities, was healthy, and even had my mom’s borrowed car to tool around in at college.  Nowadays I’d define that as utopian.  Lol.  Thank you for reading, and for sharing your kind comments!

  1587. Such a great recounting of these events. You’ve done a beautiful job here. I still have the pages and pages of itemized contents of our house…I know what your mother had to go through to do that. Heartbreaking and painful to have to remember each item lost. I can’t wait to see the rest of your book. 

    • Thank you Risa, for reading, commenting, and always encouraging. I think you and my mother would have so much to discuss. I’m just now working on a new piece about the fire, this one a poem. Fire is one of the many events that never leave you.

  1588. Thank you for your kind comment, Lisa!  I think one of the perks of getting older (besides the chin hairs and spinal shrinkage) is that some experiences take on a clarity and helpful meaning that they didn’t have before.  I have a long list of other experiences that still befuddle me and desperately need some thoughtful revisitation, though.  Lots of work to do!  : )

  1589. Beautifully written, Lisa. I enjoyed Twitter more when I first got on board. Now I have a lot or writers sending out pre-programmed sales-y Tweets. “My book is $.99 day. One day only!” and you get the same message every day. Not as much discourse as I would like. I will find you and follow you. Just surprised not to see a Twitter username in the credits of the story.

    • Hi Gale — sorry about that! My Twitter name is Lisa_Ahn, and I should have put it in. What was I thinking? I know what you mean about sales tweets. I usually unfollow people who only tweet about their products. I like the dialogue better, the swish and flow.

  1590. Very nice, Donna! What a wonderful thing to do for your writers and a very savvy thing to do for the reputation of the magazine.

  1591. “The daily unfolding of millions of lives is a trove awaiting plunder.
    With such treasure at hand, Twitter redefines the markers of a writer’s
    isolation. We wander alone, observant, inside a chattering crowd.” ah, to lurk, perchance to direct msg!
    Really enjoyed the pace and tone of this piece!  snaps.

    • Thanks for your kind comment, Lisa. Tension is something I’ve worked hard on in my writing, so it means a lot to me that it worked for you as a reader!

  1592. First of all–wow–great piece just as a piece of writing no matter the topic. Second, I of course love the topic of Twitter and completely agree on it’s writer salon status! Going to tweet the link to the piece right now.

  1593. Go Marisa. Great story. Nice detail and ending. Sweet. Send me some discipline. See you in Sarasota sometime soon.

  1594. I totally related to this faux self-deprecating kindness in this piece. Laughing at yourself is good, I agree, but laughing at others brings families together. One of my favourites!

  1595. What a lovely piece! I love the balance of language/math here… I often think that those equally obsessed with either find something utterly fascinating about the opposite, because we understand so wholly, but really don’t understand it at all?

  1596. This is such a beautifully written story that draws you into the moment as if you were watching it happen in front of you.  Such a bittersweet moment.  Beautiful work.

  1597.  This sweet reflection bespeaks the yearning of family to connect with one another despite the obstacles of time, place and convention.  It is also a poignant story of the power of love on many levels.  Thanks for this memory, Anika.

  1598. This is masterful. Love the symmetry (“I fell in” / “You fell in”), the astronaut analogy, and the mode of argument. A case is made (exhibit A is the checkered tablecloth) for memory, thus connection, thus family.

  1599. Nicely done Anika
    what warm memories and what a touching story you have written to share with others
    what a talent you have

  1600. Oh, how I love this! As a child, I lived across the street from our local library — and I think I was there every day. Your description of early motherhood library salvation is perfect. And your closing words about writing for the joy of it . . . I needed that. Thank you.

  1601. I love your focus on a single moment that branches out in so many ways. The details are fabulous, and so are your observations on the hazards and gifts of memory. Lovely.

  1602. A hint of melancholy, a sweet remembrance between two near-strangers, this memoir fills me with a longing that such a scene could have also been mine.

    Truly a beautiful story. I’m SO glad it became a Honorable mention here on Hippocampus. Thank you, Anika. You brought tears to my eyes.

  1603. Fabulous essay, Hilary. I appreciate my beautiful, comfortable local library in Glenview, Illinois, and visit public libraries in all my travels. Pure magic!

  1604. The piece is great. I love the way the title connects it all together. Food, family, love, great opera, and the mystery of relationships – what a fascinating account. Write more!

  1605. “Our story was earthy and colorful, with moments of darkness.” You capture the delicate balance of love and conflict in all families, and show us a grandfather deserving of your devotion despite his flaws. Deft and compassionate.

  1606. Eccellente!  Families are complicated that’s for sure.  Your story is so warm & understanding & real — Grazie, Anne

  1607. This is a thought-provoking piece that reminds me to always enjoy the beautiful lucid moments of each day, for any one of us could be the next resident of Huron Woods. Each time I panic because I’ve lost my keys, I’ll remember this piece and be glad I still know what keys are for…

    Thank you for sharing your private concerns, pain, and insights, Lydie.

  1608. Youth can be such a terrible time, can’t it? If only the wisdom of experience could be fast-forwarded to the time when we need it most in our years of self-doubt and lack of voice as children.

    Susan, this piece is just exquisite and I’m happy you’ve won first place in this Remember in November Hippocampus competition. You’ve captured the essence of a trying experience, and shared how you’ve grown and remember with wisdom.

    Thank you!

  1609. I love the repetition, the echo in this piece. Even though this is about your specific separation from your father, you capture something so universal about a fatherless childhood. Lovely symbolism and writing.

  1610. Unfasionably Late is a wonderful mysterious short story. The detail is well articulated and well portrayed. Excellent Job, Fran 🙂

  1611. I think you capture this moment so beautifully. You let the reader into a personal moment without them feeling like they have invaded-I don’t know how you manage to do that…

    Wonderful piece.

  1612. Lovely. And reminds me of my own grandfather, who came from a tiny Russian village, and LOVES to sing. That aspect of the story I could definitely relate to.

    My grandpa’s 75th birthday is coming up, and I just bet that he’ll be singing at that table.

  1613. Good detail and description in Unfashionably Late.  This writer is good at “tongue in cheek” all the while making the reader feel she is standing right there with her.  I found the ending to be appropriate though I don’t think at the time, that the writer expected to return to the sloop.

  1614.  Superb detail and descriptive writing in Unfashionably late. I also enjoyed the choice of words, and the tongue in cheek, gently self-deprecating humour.

  1615. This essay perfectly captures one of the true sorrows of our time, the dilemma of watching aging parents decline, often in inhospitable “homes” while we are distant from them. The little details, captured so perfectly here, are what make this piece so moving and strong and keep it from being “sentimental.” Wonderful piece.

  1616. I love this!  I love how it is tender and sober and then I laughed at “swaddling their baby in a red-checkered tablecloth.”  Beautiful story.

  1617. What a perfect title for this compelling snapshot of your family history. This is certainly a reminder that no matter how flawed people can be, there are still people that love them. Ah, family. – Donna

  1618. You captured this simply beautiful moment so well. As someone who also did not meet her birth father until she was an adult, I can completely relate to this scene. In the interview with Jean Pretz in this month’s issue, she discusses how the brain does not remember the mundane things, like a napkin color. But your fear on that day probably ingrained that table cloth into your mind. But the most powerful part of it all was that it was that minute details of the red and white checks was a little nugget of memory you kept for all these years–for just that precise moment with your father. (In my opinion…) – Donna

  1619. What a vivid picture of this marching band you’ve painted, Bill! And I swear I heard big brass and pounding drums as I imagined this scene. Universal things, like good music, know no boundaries. Your story reminds us of that. -Donna

  1620. I love the honesty in this piece. And–fortunately or unfortunately–I also can relate to much of this subject matter. I worked in the music industry in my early 20s, what can I say–our motto was often, what happens on the tour bus, stays on the tour bus! Thank you for being so open and honest–and willing–to take us on this journey of personal growth and discovery. We at Hippo are glad this piece found a home. – Donna

  1621. I lost most of my possessions not by choice just a
    few years ago…Every once in a while, I’ll find myself thinking I have get “fill
    in the blank” & realize that I don’t have it any more.  But with the exception of a few sentimental
    items such as Christmas decorations, I don’t REALLY miss most of it…not at all….&
    have come to regard possessions as something that possess us and not the other
    way around.

    Interesting that you concluded that you weren’t “ready”
    to care for the bookshelf….

  1622. I’m really interested in everyone’s memories of libraries. When I was a teenager, my mom worked at a mall in Tulsa, OK. I’d go to work with her some weekends, but I would bore quickly from the mall. I’d find myself hanging out in the Tulsa Public Library South branch, which shared the parking lot. I LOVED it there. I loved looking at old newspapers on the microfiche. I loved making copies of things from reference book, the ones you couldn’t check out. I loved, loved, loved the smell of the books. In high school, I was able to work in the school library as an aide instead of taking a study hall. I got a kick out of desensitizing the books when they were being checked out so the alarm didn’t sound. And way back in elementary school–get this–my librarian’s name was Mrs. Due!! Library was my favorite “special” class; some kids like art or music or gym. Me? I loved the books and learning about the card catalog. Now that I think about it, I wish I had spent more time in libraries as I grew older.  -Donna

    • I LOVED the library as a child, teenager, young adult and now.  The library was my first experience of independence.  I was allowed on Tuesdays as a 2nd grader to walk to the library to wait for an hour until Brownies started across the street at the church.  I stole some of my first kisses at the library and whenever under stress or disturbing mood, the library was my fix.  Even now, when I walk into the library something in me just feels everything is going to be okay 🙂  –Julie

  1623. Fantastic!
    I was so afraid that there was going to be some kind of tragic ending….and
    was relieved that nothing absolutely terrible had happened to you or Rocky. But
    yet it all somehow gives the nostalgia of childhood a different meaning for
    me…..

    “Get your
    fat ass up out of that saddle.”—-How awful John….Shame on you!

  1624. They’re all great but I’ll have to say my favorite one is Unfashionably Late. I especially like the resolution of the story, how the events turned out to be an unexpected but, in a comic way, really good ending. The title fits perfectly as well 🙂 Props to it.

  1625. I hung on every word of this.  I had a horse once, too, as a girl turning into a woman, and we jumped and showed for a time.  I could share your shame and your triumph and your nostalgia as I read your story.  But this piece has meaning far beyond just making another horse person remember her own life; it made your life mine for a little while, and made me think about the wisdom that only becomes obvious to us (if ever) long after the best moment for its use is past.  This is powerfully and skillfully written– a true pleasure to read.  Thank you!

  1626. That was such a well written, complex story.  I love how you told the story in third person and then switched over to first.  I love the history as well to provide a blanket of time.  Masterful.  Applause!

  1627. Love your storytelling style. Impressive indeed. The madness, the trusting child and what appears to be an absent father (having been banished). What a ride and you share it with us so well. Congratulations!! Jonina Kirton TWS 2007 

  1628. This reminds me of the sad stories of Native American kids in boarding schools, and all the foreign immigrants in America who had to forget their languages of origin.
    I wonder why America is a country that prides itself on ignorance rather than knowledge? 
    I am bilingual and I think this makes me a much richer person!

  1629. What a painful, vividly written story – with a powerful message in it.  Although we grew up in different religious cultures, I’ve experienced similar disappointments, frustration, and anger, with little enlightenment coming from the spiritual leaders I’ve turned to for explanations.  But I rejoice when I find someone who smiles at me in understanding and sympathizes when I express doubt and ask uncomfortable questions, instead of condemning me for using my mind.  Even though your story doesn’t have a warm-fuzzy happy ending, it is comforting somehow.  Thank you for sharing this part of your life.

    • D’Wanna, I suppose disillusionment is an unavoidable aspect of coming to age, but its pain cuts deep. Thanks for your warm and welcoming thoughts. AGB

  1630. …deje que en sus juicios se opere el desarrollo propio, tranquilo, no perturbado que, como todo proceso, tiene que derivar de lo intimo, sin que pueda ser acelerado o instado por nada…es una historia de sentimiento absoluto, es lo indecible, es lo inasequible al propio entendimiento, quiza es la hora del nacimiento de una nueva claridad. Anika´s Dad

  1631. Anika, cada vez que leo esta magnifica descripcion de un viaje al pasado de tu vida, me llena el corazon de nostalgia y de recuerdos. Aunque he estado lejos de ti, nunca he estado ausente de corazon, porque la ausencia verdadera sucede cuando no existen pensamientos para la hija lejana en el tiempo y el espacio. Leyendo esta bella historia deseo que pronto podamos tenerte cerca y disfrutar otras experiencias, puesto que el tiempo corre y no sabemos cuando ni donde nos re-encontraremos en este viaje de la vida.

  1632. I am posting this message on behalf of a reader who was unable to leave a comment. He emailed it to us:

    “I have been a friend of Al for over 50 years and consequently know
    him very well.  His memior was immensely interesting to me and expanded
    much about his early life and views about religion of which I had
    previously not been aware.” — Jim Leider

    • Jim, Thanks for your comments and to Ms. Talarico for getting them posted.  We do have quite a history between us. Best, Al

  1633. Enjoyed this essay very much. I hope that readers will see that while the title is very true to the content, they don’t need to have read either The Feminine Mystique or anything by Norman Mailer to appreciate the insights Deirdre offers about the lenses through which we view the people in our lives who can inspire or confuse us or help us become who we are.

  1634. Thank you for sharing a glimpse into your world.  I smiled hearing the story of an idealistic boy coming of age in a familiar world of mine and felt the sting of your disappointments. A beautiful pastry too oily, a priest without special wisdom for you (and after all that comittment!), and the cloud of suspicions and losses with important elders. I guess we never know all the answers.

    • Jamie, Thanks for the very sensitive comments. I guess we have to not only not knowing the answers but the expectation that we deserve someone to provide them. AGB

  1635. Lisa,
    Your writing is so dense, so full of tiny details and big ideas. I am unable to read it quickly for it asks me to engage – to think – to read slowly in order to see and feel and sense this place of both reality and your imagination. It is amazing to me how you can create a story, bring it into being.

  1636. Beautiful, thoughtful, advice. Last fall I started writing (by hand, in a notebook, sitting in fields and on mountaintops) just to sit and write. Like people who enjoy going on a hike or a run, I just enjoyed watching my pen move across the page. Those moments felt rare and out of time–no thought of publishing–and I loved them.

  1637. I think that, regardless of age or experience, the most difficult part of the writing can be turning it from the writer-centered creating stage (this is MY idea and this is MY story) to the reader-centered revising stage (what am I offering to my reader?). I agree with Donna that if the dream of publication is the key motivating factor behind the writing, then it will show.

  1638. Oh, this is lovely — the emphasis on slowing down, on honing craft, on honoring the story before the self who pushes it forth. “Savor” — yes! Thank you.

  1639. A lovely evocation, with expectation, disappointment and faith going hand in glove (in hand) as we transliterate ourselves into individuals. (It’s nice to think, too, that the Army occasions introspection.) 

  1640. I enjoyed reading this story about a faith, its traditions, and your journey through both. I look forward to reading any future submissions you make to this publication.

  1641. I have several boxes of those old letters too. Some from my grandmother. They do bring her back — the way she crossed out her typos (she always typed her letters), and wrote the corrections in spidery blue ink. Email can’t compare. Great essay. Thanks.

  1642. For me, it was Bloody Mary–where in front of a mirror (in a dark room) you turn around three times chanting her name, and she is supposed to appear. To this day, I get freaked out sometimes when I pee in the middle of the night! Don’t like mirrors in the dark.

  1643. Love this! You really recreate that child’s-eye-view so well. My first terror? Hearing the plot line of Amityville on a dark street one evening. Brrrr!

  1644. Great article, MC!  There is nothing better than opening up those old letters and I hope, in this electronic age, our children find some way to relive their lives as we can.

  1645. Great essay!  For me, it was Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video.  My parents wouldn’t let me watch it, but my grandmother did. My parents were right. I shouldn’t have seen it. I was afraid to leave me bed at night for fear of hands reaching out from under my bed.  I’m not sure what eventually got me over it, but it would be great to only be afraid of that one thing. 

    Thanks for the trip back into childhood. Adulthood is terrifying.

  1646. You give really good advice to people in my generation. 🙂 I know that I am among those young writers that probably “jumped the gun” by trying to enter into the publishing industry too early, but at the same time, I’m not necessarily new to writing either. I think that, in my generation, some of us are so filled with ambitious goals about our writing because we have been enthusiastically writing and trying to develop our voices for a large portion of our lives. That can’t account for first-time writers wanting to seek publication immediately, but remember that we have grown up hearing stories of kids that have successfully launched careers in entertainment, music, etc. before the age of 18. Then there is the emphasis on achieving for school too, in order to open up future academic possibilities. (Personally, I’ve been inclined to model my writing career on Sylvia Plath’s, which started more or less in college. It’s a standard that I steadfastly stick to.)

    In my case, I’ve been writing nonstop since the end of elementary school, for about a decade. I sometimes wish that I had more guidance. I’ve never even had the opportunity to take a course in creative writing. However, it should not be assumed that somebody of my age group – even somebody without formal instruction – has no awareness of voice, grammatical construction, and all of the things that compose good writing. Personally, I’ve been trying to develop a distinct style since high school and usually edit my writing painstakingly (over the course of months) before showing it to anybody. It doesn’t prevent errors completely because I’m so untrained and unsure of my abilities. Yet, you bring up an excellent point that would help a person like me: writers should always seek out advice and criticism from other people before submitting anything to publication. 🙂 Wise words. 🙂

  1647. It is said how perfectionism claims the best of us. Sylvia Plath certainly, and more recently David Foster Wallace. Another great example of perfectionism is sir isaac newton, whose work on the calculus wasn’t published for many years after he did it because he didn’t want to release it until he thought it was perfect. This almost cost him a lot since Leibniz invented the calculus in the interim.

    Perfectionism is a killer. It has killed at least 5 of my papers. Hopefully I will stop letting it kill papers to come….

  1648. Such eloquent and vivid writing…I can see it all especially since I have been there too!  But you capture it in a way that opens my eyes to things that I have already seen but not really seen–if that makes sense!  Beautiful piece of work, Lisa!

  1649. Such eloquent and vivid writing…I can see it all especially since I have been there too!  But you capture it in a way that opens my eyes to things that I have already seen but not really seen–if that makes sense!  Beautiful piece of work, Lisa!

  1650. I guess it’s just scary when you hear things like “Over the 20 or so years I’ve been publishing, I’ve only rarely received financial compensation” because it sounds like we might actually have to serve food to people for longer than we thought in order to do what it is that we love to do. 🙁

  1651. I so connect with this piece that it is almost unbelievable. Sad as it is, I’m very much a perfectionist too, and this resonates for me.

    “Destruction is what we, perfectionists, do best.”

    • I’m sorry to hear that. 🙁 🙁 When I read this at my school’s creative writing club in high school, a lot of people said the same thing as you, that they could relate. 🙁 To me, it’s a little disturbing that so many people can relate because the events that I talk about in this essay are really extreme cases of self-destruction caused by perfectionism. I’m sure, though, that most people haven’t reached this point. 

      What’s really tragic about perfectionism is how society seems to constantly demand it from us despite how unhealthy its results are. We always have to juggle around so many different responsibilities and carry them out as perfectly as possible. I feel it’s too much pressure and probably acts as a cause for many mental disorders… Honestly, we need to start asking ourselves if all of this destruction is really worth the effort.

  1652. I’m really surprised there aren’t more comments on this piece. I really really liked it. This structure could seem a bit tricksy and postmodern in less able hands, but the way it’s all layered and builds to a conclusion is really very skilful indeed. The relationships are so touching, and so sad. This makes me want to read more of your work.

  1653. Such a lovely idea, and executed so well. It makes me wonder, the way good writing does, about the places I’ve lived and what they look like now, and that everywhere someone else is writing a new chapter in a story that used to be yours.

  1654. I remember the first time I read this, loving the descriptions and admiring the light touch here. This is such a beautiful, well-constructed piece about the past and the present, I really liked it.

  1655. Wonderful.  But I can’t help feeling for Kelly’s fiance, who possibly had his first, real broken heart.  I know that sounds incredibly nasty and it isn’t supposed to.  Do you know what happened to him, or is that something no one talks about?  I can certainly understand; if I had to do the same thing (and I think Kelly is incredibly brave to have broken things off with someone she truly didn’t love) I’m certain I wouldn’t want to talk about it. 

    • He stayed in touch with my sister-in-law for a bit and I happen to know that he got back together with an ex-girlfriend. They live together and are happy in a way that he never was with my wife, I’m told. We’re both lucky that he was very civilised about the split, something he could have made a lot more difficult, and I’m so glad that he found somebody else. We’re all fortunate to have had happy endings, I’m always conscious that other people might have been less so.

      • That’s really good to hear.  With things like this, there’s always a chance of things turning out very badly.  I’m very, very glad that it seemed to work out for everyone.

  1656. The lines around “It was a hot, restless, nerve-wracking day
    at work” are lovely and probably relevant to every man on the planet (have we all waited for a lover like this?).  Beautifully written as always.

  1657. I love pooh sticks and I play it with my children all the time.  You have captured its elegance and simplicity so perfectly!  I can imagine the young women laughing, giddy with pleasure at it.  Just like my children do.  Beautiful story in a neat magazine. I’m so glad I found this.

  1658. I really enjoyed this!  Your essay resonated with me because I have also spent (am still spending?) too much time hating my body and none at all appreciating it.  Now that I’m about to have my own child, I’m trying to figure out how I can prevent him or her from picking up a negative body image, whether it’s from me or from our culture and society.  I was relieved to know I’m not alone in this, and happy to find some great suggestions.  Maybe my little one and I can develop great body images together!  Thanks for a great read.

    • thank you for reading and commenting, jodie! I still do it too.
      internally, mind you, but i know I need to rewire my brain so my
      daughter doesn’t pick up on that part of my thinking. it’s hard to break
      the cycle but it’s worth the effort. congrats on your coming baby!

  1659. The contrast between the adults in Columbia and the adults in Minnesota felt true or accurate, like a glimpse into two worlds. The tension and discovery in the visit with the father seem perfectly balanced amidst the celebrations and the presence of water-both in the pool and while playing the game. I enjoyed this story, the feeling it evoked in me, and its language. I want to read more!

  1660. Beautifully written reflections, Lori, on the power of words. We never know what our words might do to lift another’s spirit, to spark ideas or help someone to see something differently, to inspire action . . . I have a feeling, Lori, that with the many fantastic articles you’ve written over the years on so many wonderful subjects, there are many people out there carrying around dog eared copies of YOUR words that they treasure in ways you may never know. What a blessing that you were able to learn of the impact of your words on the women of Agustin Gonzales! Thank you so much for sharing this inspiring story – a reminder to all of us to choose every word with wisdom and care.  Big hugs to you, Lori! 

  1661. Your writing is so good that I hate you – but in a nice way 🙂 I envy your ability to turn the mundane into the magnificent but I’m glad that someone can do it.

    Not that this piece is mundane – far from it – but your blog contains many fine examples of excellence from the everyday.

    • Steve – thank you. I’m a big believer that the mundane and ordinary is every bit as beautiful and deserving of being written about as anything else. One of the things I love about Hippocampus is its belief in that – that people can write wonderful things that are true, or at least mostly true, without having to resort to the tricks of fiction. Really appreciate you popping by and commenting, and lovely to know you are still reading.

  1662. Oh the pains of knowing nothing yet wanting it all. The amazing MLS deserves a huge audience for his brilliant essays.

  1663. Great writing as always.  If you are not a reader of his blog already, I highly recommend, as each piece is as moving as the one published here.

    • Aaron – Thank you. They’re not all moving of course, there are the introspective ones, the smutty ones, the opaque ones, the slightly mean-spirited ones… this isn’t turning into much of a sales pitch, is it?

  1664. There is no way I can ever write praise of Mr. London Street without sounding like a mindless, stuttering fool.  My passion for his work renders me mute or impotent or whatever.

    Nevertheless……I do keep trying…………

    What a lovely piece this is.  Beautiful craftsmanship and so touching.

  1665. It is so hard to look at ourselves in the mirror and see all facets of ourselves.  This is a beautiful peace that reminds all of us, we are only human.

  1666. My inner monster comes out waiting for elevators too! And you capture so beautifully the angst of revealing that impatience to our children, who are always watching us. But most of all you capture the beauty of imperfection and self-awareness, however humbling. Thank you!

  1667. I liked the ’roundedness’ of this. From how first times can be disappointing then ending up with why they are important.

  1668. When I kissed my current boyfriend for the first time we were so nervous that we smashed our teeth together and then clung on for dear life. Now, every time I kiss him feels better than the last – I feel like I’m still, daily, falling more in love with him, so I guess for me it’s good that I didn’t assume everything based on the first kiss. But I’m glad yours worked out, Nathan!

    • I am very lucky that mine worked out. But of course, there were all sorts of things that were strange, new and different, so I’m sure your dental collision isn’t any kind of omen!

  1669. Oh, I too struggle with patience! I can relate, as well, to that moment when I realized that my impatience was something that did not simply glide over my children’s backs, but stuck, like little barbs. I’m working on it, though I’m not sure I’ll ever float through the produce aisle like a Tai Chi master. I’d be happy with not swearing at the bananas.

  1670. That’s interesting…really made me think!  I guess some firsts are awkward because they take us out of our comfort zone.  And since we lack experience to process some firsts, like our very first kiss, first glass of wine…those experiences can’t live up to the hype.  But with maturity/experience, firsts become more special and comfortable such as the first time seeing your spouse in several days….  Great story!

    • Cheri – I agree. Sometimes those firsts are just strange but become second nature – I suppose many are like that; first day in a job or first night in a new flat. I think what I was struck by is some of the milestone firsts that everyone is meant to find incredible and momentous, and how they often aren’t. Thanks so much for the feedback on this piece and for being so kind on Facebook.

  1671. Thank you for sharing your memories, Cory. It’s a very touching story that makes me want to relive memories of my own. Loved it!

  1672. So that’s how we get the brand name Ron Rico?  It must mean rich rum?

      I like your pointed pointlessness- sometimes it seems that we arrive at spots in our life like you dancing in the hotwater- magic moments that the motions of our lives lead us to, but while we are getting to them we don’t know where we are going- until the moment arrives, and we say ahha.

  1673. We lived in 5 different houses growing up but one of them had silver foil wallpaper, one I remember spending hours tearing out the overgrown evergreens, and one where I have gone back to visit. All have good and bad memories. We can all relate. Great story.

  1674. Words have power. And yours changed lives. I especially love that you were so moved after the fact when you reread your article through new eyes and saw what others saw. Nicely done and beautifully illustrated.

  1675. Cory, loved this story!  It made us wanting more!  Taking us through your childhood home was most enjoyable.  You are a very talented writer.

  1676. I enjoyed your trip back in time. As I read the story my mind flipped back and forth to my own childhood home. I like stories like that. I also liked your “Lost Luggage ” essay.
    Keep up the great work Cory.

  1677. I agree with all the Words that precede these; you continue to be a joy and a talent that I’m honored to know.  Your Words remind me, in my current theatrical endeavor, that each time I urge, plead, cajole, and beg actors to use the Words a playwright has written, because they were painstakingly chosen for good reasons, I am doing right by that playwright, that actor and the audiences that will take in those Words.

  1678. Wonderful story!  Glad to see you are still writing and publishing.  Your work inspires me.  Thank you.  This story made me think about my childhood home in Chicago and all the memories.  My home was torn down a few years ago and a three flat apartment building was put up in it’s place.  At the time, I was actually glad that it was torn down.  There were a lot of ghosts there but there were a lot of nice memories too of my three sisters and my three brothers, my parents, my dogs and me.  Your story made me look at how the good and sometimes no so good memories can live side by side and coexist together.  Those memories can still look good and better yet, feel OK too.  I had a smile on my face at the end of your story and I am thankful to you for that.  Powerful stuff – the whole writing thing don’t you think?  I do.   

    Anyway, I’m looking forward to your next story.  Keep them coming. 

  1679. As a fellow lover of words, I wanted to jump out of my chair and shout, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” to the message and the choice of words Lori used to illustrate a vital point. What a victory for the villagers who were given an opportunity to grow their livelihood after publication of Lori’s article. I, too, know the responsibility of using words wisely, and the humbling gift that results when what we say deeply touches another soul.
    It’s time for me to go back to my manuscripts and bring them into the light.
    Thank you, Lori.
     Keep dancing on your keyboard! 

  1680. You rock! My dad would alternate between weird “hubba hubba” type comments and fat innuendo when I was a teen. One of his comments about a turtleneck sweater looking “so cute with my fat little round face” put them out of my wardrobe for over 20 years. You are doing Buttercup a world of good and saving out a little portion for the rest of us. Thank you for that!

    • Terri-I am Probably screwing up something royally and won’t know It till she is writing her own essays about how she is trying to undo and not do whatever it is I did. But for now, I’ll just focus on what I know. And that means she gets a healthy body image. —Pauline

    • Adam, she is my one and only. At least for now. And I’m doing my best to provide minimal fuel for future therapy bills. I say that half joking but feel free to concetrate on the funny side of that thought.

  1681. Lori,  I’m so fascinated by how you’ve incorporated your knowledge and inner spirit into this piece.  You have captured the essense of what writers, those who take the time to think about what they’re doing, can create an audience that is a giving audience to some far away place in Mexico.  The power of words that writers possess can fuel a nation, mobilize an army, care for the sick, and bring power to the powerless.  Keep on writing.  The world needs more writers like you.

  1682. The spoken, sung or written word carries much power indeed. Your words succinctly capture what can happen to readers when the words are used to inform and enlighten. The reader in this case then acted on the inspiration and look what happened.  Lives were transformed and at least part of the world is a better place.  May we all choose words to make the world a better place, whether we speak, sing or write them.  Thank you, Lori. Love your writing!  It has never been anything but inspiring, thoughtful, well-written, engaging and often with just the right touch of humor when appropriate. Loved this!

  1683. Obviously, that last comment was from Frederic and Lily… 
    We are all very fortunate (and thankful!) that you made an effort to be concious of your decisions 🙂

    i love you very much, and i hope someday our kids will come back to our home and relive the wonderful memories we are creating.  it will be interesting to hear their stories!

  1684. I keep track of situations that give me a sudden, unanticipated feeling that I might cry, because it seems like a very honest way to get to know yourself.  And I just had one now.  The story of the rug-hooking women was engaging enough, but then there was the line “one of the villagers was able to pay for her sister’s chemotherapy [because of money earned through rug sales].”  Why cry?  Heroism.  Selflessness.  Generosity.  These are traits I value, and it affects me when I see people exhibit them.  “Doing what you — and maybe *only* you — can do to make someone else’s life better” is pretty close to my definition of heroism.  From the Canadian woman who had an empowering vision, to the village woman who used her new power to save a life, to Lori Myers who knew how to use the power of words to tell the story and create the feeling, each was a hero in her own way.  Thanks Lori!

  1685. A creative endeavor that touches people so deeply that they are inspired to a new thought, understanding or action is the essence of art, I believe.  And most often the artist is unaware, just as you were, of the effect her creation will have on those who encounter it.  This is the process by which artists and art change the world.  And your article demonstrates the truth in Bulwer-Lytton’s famous quote, “The pen is mightier than the sword.”  How wonderful that you were given the gift of seeing the power of your creation!

  1686. What a wonderfully human, flawed, and real person Nancy is … it would be easy to call her “terrible” for some of her behavior, except that we all are guilty of similar transgressions (except me, of course, but I am too humble to talk about it – not). Thanks to Nancy for yet another great essay. – Michael

  1687. As a proposal writer for a non-profit agency that relies on “words” for existence, I thoroughly appreciated the article and your perspective, Lori.  I was moved by the description of “The Village People” and the outcomes of the story.  On a final note, a word written or spoken can never be taken back.  We see the result of hurtful and harmful words on a daily basis.

  1688. As a proposal writer for a non-profit agency that relies on “words” for existence, I thoroughly appreciated the article and your perspective, Lori.  I was moved by the description of “The Village People” and the outcomes of the story.  On a final note, a word written or spoken can never be taken back.  We see the result of hurtful and harmful words on a daily basis.

  1689. Great story ~ I felt like I was walking through my old house and identified with many of the thoughts and feelings.  I especially loved the ending. 

  1690. God, did she really read you extracts from her diary? Mental.

    I never really got past that first beer or glass of wine. I still think they taste rubbish.

    • Yes, she did. We were young and precious, you probably understand that environment as well as anyone. Oddly, I may be meeting up with her this weekend. My attitude now is that experiences are either good or bad – if they’re good I enjoy them and if they’re bad I might write about them.

  1691. Mary, I love my mother but (and isn’t there always a BUT) she never censored what she said in regards to weight regarding herself or others. Obviously, it left an unintentional mark on who I grew up to be and how I perceive the world and my place in it. I can’t say I am doing everything right with Buttercup, and I won’t pretend that I am. But in this sense, I am proud of the effort I am putting in to put her emotional needs before my emotional baggage. Good luck to you on the same front with your daughters.

  1692. You said everything here I’ve been trying to articulate to myself in regards to my two little daughters. Today I said something about potato chips not being on my diet and my 5 yo asked me what that meant. I said it sarcastically because I used to be on a diet 24/7, but now I eat good foods so I can be “healthy and strong.” This is such an important message, Pauline! Thank you for this post!

  1693. You said everything here I’ve been trying to articulate to myself in regards to my two little daughters. Today I said something about potato chips not being on my diet and my 5 yo asked me what that meant. I said it sarcastically because I used to be on a diet 24/7, but now I eat good foods so I can be “healthy and strong.” This is such an important message, Pauline! Thank you for this post!

  1694. I absolutely loved this essay.  It brought me back to how scared I was during my first confession.  Great job, Cameron! 🙂

  1695. Mmm I came from Russia to Canada when I was 7 and I can’t for the life of me remember my ESL teacher in 2nd grade, but I know that my desire to write came from that move and the difficulties I had fitting in at that age. I totally relate. I still feel like my 2 parts aren’t reconciled.

  1696. Thanks so much for all the lovely comments. This was a hard essay to put out there, and it’s gratifying that many identify with the issues in it.

  1697. Life if filled with highs and lows, part of the adventure.  Thanks for recognizing that we women do not always need to be the perfect wife and mother, we are human beings!
    Ivy

  1698. Ah, “to speak of woe that is in marriage”–that’s one for the “Oldies Weekend” show!  (But best not to frighten the Radio Dictator.)  Love the humor and tenderness in this excellent piece. 

  1699. What sparkle, pathos (bathos?), humor – Nancy! all of life in the guise of a family vacation.  I flash on the radio dictator at age 4 (?) telling us about his entire trip to date, as we all vacation at Fort Warden on Puget Sound, enjoying a delicious cioppino of Richard’s creation; or the two main characters honking like seals on a Holiday Inn (?) bed in San Francisco. 

    Or the vacation when I was steaming about something as we were driving back from Oregon – and just decided to miss the next family trip, again to Oregon.  Or the time I cried because it was the end of our 5-day trip, again to Oregon, and the now young adults “had to get back to …..”  Or the sheer joy Tom and I feel just this morning upon learning that our now 25 year daughter will be able to accompany us on a little family trip, this time not to Oregon. 

    Thank you, Nancy!

  1700. A well written article that reminds me of those days when I tried car vacations with my two boys. (Thank God they are grown and gone. Finally, the answer to “Are we there yet?” is “Yes!”) It really took me back. Thank you, Nancy for your excellent visualization of part of all of our past lives. – Michael T.

  1701. I love this essay. What a blend of emotion, character, and culture (of a society, a marriage, a family). Just the act of combining George Eliot and The Shirelles is worthy of admiration, but there’s a wealth of “gem” sentences to boot. My favorite is “I am the only one who knows where the flip-flops are.” Isn’t that true — and the reason we do get off the closet floor. Fabulous writing. Thanks.

  1702. After reading your inspiring comments, I’m certain I need to find & purchase your book, Shimmering Images: A Handy Little Guide to Writing Memoir. You’ve reminded me of why I love the craft of writing.

    Thanks for contributing the first Craft article on Hippocampus, Lisa!

  1703. Hi Rachel,

    This is David, the banker haha!  I just wanted to personally comment on this piece of writing.  I truly enjoyed this.  I found Paul to be a fascinating character.  His larger-than-life persona, the respect he receives from many famous figures of that time, and his sad acceptance of his future fate, which clashes with the naive and bright-eyed optimism of the narrator.  The excellent writing structure which allows for smooth transitions coupled with rich descriptions of scenery also make this an excerpt that can be read time and time again.

  1704. This is a very familiar story. I grew up “over the bridge” from the location of the story–as they used to say back in the day. But I was on the other side of what Rachel wrote about. My family was infested with law enforcement officer, local, state and federal. Love to share stories with you Rachel!!!!

    Marie

  1705. Rachel – I thoroughly enjoyed reading this story!  The flow, the choice of words, the characters all kept me tumbling from paragraph to paragraph. . .looking forward to reading much, much more!!!!!  Rene

    • i like to write funny! no Mob Moll titles for me. just signed up for a free course with a journalist to write about cancer. watchme screw up my big chance. she teaches at Northeastern and I’m already thinking about the nurse who put me in a room all by myself and then got on the phone joking to the lab about how hard I was screaming when she couldn’t find my vein for the chemo. Stupid bitch! ohhhh how i long to get away from this hard work of piecing my memoir together. lol

  1706. Dear Rachel, I really liked your story very much, your writing made me very proud of you! I loved the atmosphere… it reminded me the John Cassavetes films, that I like so much! …and a coincidence: your portrait just reminded me Shirley Maclain (I am a big fan!) and then Robert Mitchum appears at your story! did you see that film with both of them “Two for the Seesaw”? … does your couple look like them? 🙂 It makes me happy to get in contact with the art work of people that I met in different contexts, like us and currys dinners! Congrats!!! keep writing like this! Best, Luiza (from VSC)

  1707. Speaks to relationship dynamics between men
    and women on so many levels!    I love the imagery at the end……although I was
    left feeling relief that she was swallowed by the Garden instead of the
    relationship (as many women would have been)….Vivid character and setting
    descriptions!   

    • you are so incredibly talented. I’d never even heard of Flikr. As for walking in someone else’s shadow, it’s never advisable. Thank you for reading my excerpt. I’m looking forward to reading your blog.

    • you are so incredibly talented. I’d never even heard of Flikr. As for walking in someone else’s shadow, it’s never advisable. Thank you for reading my excerpt. I’m looking forward to reading your blog.

  1708. Jane,
    I loved this story!  Having been raised and schooled as a Catholic, I can appreciate the “smoke and mirrors” thinking that seems to pervade much of the Church’s proceedings.  I especially liked your use of detail to create the other women in this piece – you chose such significant, telling concrete images.  Well crafted with scenes appropriately paced, beautiful voice of righteous anger tempered with a sensitive need for justice, and a lasting impact on the reader.

  1709. This story sounds like a mirror image of what happened to me, although my EX was incarcerated in prison and converted to Catholicism when he wanted to marry a Catholic woman.  I think this has inspired me to write my story and its ending.

    • It sounds like a very interesting story! When I began writing this, I was inspired by someone who had once been married to a Kennedy (I forget which). They had several children who were practicing Catholics, as was she, and she contested the annulment (he wanted to remarry), lost, and wrote a book about it. I think these stories are important!

  1710. some dandy metaphors here, a great piece. can hardly believe this ur first pub. never quit writing!

    • My first nonfiction pub; I’ve had a few short stories published at various sites. Still, I’m most proud of this one. Thanks for commenting, Rachel 🙂

  1711. ‘Parting’ held me there in its setting from the opening moment with Paul’s smile giving way to his gloomy news. Rachel, you absolutely nail the many elements of this story: the narrator voice which I love, the overlay of sadness, the wonderful characterizations and dialogue, the milieu. This is a story I will reread many times.

    • you will always be my dearest reader. thank you so much for taking time out of your busy life to give me your advice.

  1712. This is wonderfully rich, simply drawn, yet so evocative, not only of the times, but of the men that filled those times. I could smell that bar. I could hear those men huddled around Paul. I could feel the deep, pungent, dangerous energies. Mitchum’s presence was incandescent. It filled out the depth of these men’s stories by linking them to a national hero, a movie star, and because of that I could see so much more between the lines, not in spite of the lines but because of them. Lovely. I was only sad to see it end.

  1713. In a day when the news minutely focuses its all-consuming attention on young stars behaving poorly and the stupid antics of people seemingly without a fully developed soul, it’s good news to hear of a book where a person of years and integrity shares her life story. Even better news to understand that Betty Auchard has written a book which chronicles her life, a life apparently of simple, truthful values that focuses on family and understanding. Although most people don’t want to acknowledge it, her time really was the most amazing generation.

    I’m looking forward to reading The Home for the Friendless soon. Thanks, Angela, for bringing it to our attention!

  1714. The Mork reference cracked me up. nice contrast to the “going back to normal” of the community. a sweet story!

  1715. What an exquisite example of precision, Jane! I love this piece, and much of my awe comes from the restraint in your tone throughout. The bristling is there, but you let us feel it, rather than just hear it.

    • Thanks, Chelsea, for your comment about precision. It wasn’t always there, especially not in the version that is about 10 pages longer than this one. Learning to cut is a valuable writer’s tool!

    • should u go to barnes and noble Howie Carr has a nice pic of this veteran hitman in his book Hitman.

  1716. I happen to be working with Ms Auchard presently on a production transposing her book into an audiobook.   She is everything Ms Eckart suggests and then some in this beautiful and quite accurate review of the book.  

    In person, she is someone we can all learn from having told me daily how much she too is learning, just from this experience.  I am blown away by that comment still yet as she sits behind me I am reminded of her uniqueness and the most welcome approach to trying new things with an open mind and willingness often only found in young children.  Imagine, a very successful woman in her advanced years not only saying but believing and demonstrating how teachable she remains. What a lesson for me as well.  
    Thank you so much for writing such truth about his woman and her work.  I hope it reached hundreds of thousands.Respectfully,   Michael Bloom,  WGA, DGA, PGA,  Producer, Writer, Director, Solaris Entertainment and Media.

  1717. I happen to be working with Ms Auchard presently on a production transposing her book into an audiobook.   She is everything Ms Eckart suggests and then some in this beautiful and quite accurate review of the book.  

    In person, she is someone we can all learn from having told me daily how much she too is learning, just from this experience.  I am blown away by that comment still yet as she sits behind me I am reminded of her uniqueness and the most welcome approach to trying new things with an open mind and willingness often only found in young children.  Imagine, a very successful woman in her advanced years not only saying but believing and demonstrating how teachable she remains. What a lesson for me as well.  
    Thank you so much for writing such truth about his woman and her work.  I hope it reached hundreds of thousands.Respectfully, Michael BloomWGA, DGA, PGAProducer, Writer, DirectorSolaris Entertainment

  1718. You really capture the texture of childhood here with the voice and the details. Great essay!

  1719. This was very good.  Read the whole way through and felt for the author.  I am no marriage guru, so I do wonder how (aside from a technicality in symbolic significance) changing a divorce to an annulment has effected your life.

    • Thanks for your comment, Carol. Both the divorce and the annulment stand since one is a legal procedure (divorce) and the other is something only the Catholic church cares about. The most difficult thing about the annulment was explaining it to my children, who at the time were very involved with their religion via their father. They didn’t understand why the church wanted to say that essentially their parents had never been married. I had no answer, and really, neither does the church. But the annulment is essential for anyone married in the Catholic church who is divorced and wants to remarry in the church. It’s complicated . . . and ridiculous!

  1720. A wonderfully crafted piece, and about not at all what I thought it would be about from its title. Thanks for the bravery in sharing.

  1721. What an incredible insight into a ridiculous and sad situation, told so sharply I read it again to learn how to craft an essay both concise and rounded. A great example of refined prose.

    • i enjoyed your essay but am such a technophobe. don’t even know how to post on fb yet! thank you for your kind words. you have inspired me to learn to tweet. lol

  1722. Thomas, despite the subject, or because of it, this is excellent writing, thanks, that was a great way to spend my limited lunch break. 🙂 I love the images and emotions you conjure up here, it read like fiction.
    I love the lines:

    I envied those dream merchants. They wrote books, I sold them. (yes, dammit!)
    and
    Closing time and the drudgery was easy.

    I think there’s also a sort of sad optimism as well, which I can really relate to. Thanks again for such a great piece of writing. @mickdavidson:twitter 

  1723. Dpaton1 – yes, a memoir except is acceptable. (Since you are speaking of an already-published work, just be sure you have the rights to publish an excerpt elsewhere.)

  1724. Is creative nonfiction defined for this contest? Can one enter stories from a recently published memoir?  

  1725. I am astounded. This is so essentially truthful it is almost uncomfortable. Reading it is a gift. Thank you.

  1726. Michael is an amazing storyteller; by the end if this essay I too was feeling the weight of the recession. 

  1727. Michael is  a master at picking up details he sees, and reflecting on them in mysterious and interesting ways. An ever-active mind searching and exploring possibilities of the problems or relevance of what his audience is thinking.

    hey Michael, maybe you should focus on soime of our politicians, and try to figure out  what  they are doing, and qhy…cause us constituents sure can’t figure them out .

    3otto3 

  1728. Another fun story Kim! Thanks for reminding me why I’ll never take a cruise! Sounds like it’s a floating version of Friday night Kayoke at the local pub…
    Looking forward to seeing that video on our next visit.

    • Oh Kathy, everyone should try a cruise at least once!  Nice way to see parts of the world you might never get to otherwise.  How goes “Get Off the Couch, Potato”?  Hope it’s selling. 

  1729. I really enjoyed your writing.  Very descriptive and left me wanting more.  Thanks for sharing and best of luck in your future success.

  1730. Brilliantly paced. I love the refrain,
    “I have forgotten why I thought I had no other options.”

  1731. There is so much to like in here but for me, the perfect line is “Mercury in the thermometer, like most of us, settling in toward something absolute but unreachable.” Marvellous.

  1732. This is beautifully done, it takes some doing to write
    convincingly as a child (I know I wouldn’t be able to). The way you describe your home is just perfect – I can see the living room and
    the “wheat-colored light”.

  1733. 1981.  A trivia video machine at a bar where people too young were having drinks…

    Thanks for he memories!

  1734. Love, love, loved this story……… I could
    see the whole thing playing out before my eyes. 
    I literally laughed out loud when you referenced Greg kneeling down at
    the edge of the dance floor poised and ready with video camera in hand.  You go girl…… here’s to the big
    “O” and here’s to you. 

    • Thanks for the comment Karen.  And, for the record, Greg’s video will NOT be going public!

  1735. I don’t think I have ever connected to a writer as easily as I have connected with Kim. She makes it easy for me to feel the emotions that she projects so well in her writing.
    thank you for a very entertaining (and reminicent) story.
    Frank Montrose

  1736. I thought this was going to be about a trivia loss for the plastic trophy of the ship – but oh how your words placed me at the scene of your big ‘O’ performance.  Tears in my eyes.  I can’t wait to read your book. 

    • Thanks for the read and the comment.  Working on the book as much as I can and hope to finish with the final edits this summer.  If my “real” work would just stop getting in the way…. tell the boys their cousin Taz says hello.

  1737. I love that everyone who knows Kim can relive this moment here! Thanks for your comments!

  1738. Another awesome story Babe !  You soooo perfectly recreated that moment on the cruise.  You really are an amazing writer …. So proud of you !!!

    P.S. DVDs of this performance will be available at intermission for a nominal fee.

    • Thanks for the comment Didi.  So, have you sent that photo in to National Geographic yet? 

  1739. Ms. Dalferes is an incredible writer and best When Sally Met Harry actor yet.  We also want the video version.  Where is the next story?

  1740. Wow. This story almost made me cry. I say almost because I read it at work. If I was at home, I guarantee, I’d let it loose. My life has been affected by suicide in several different ways, and I understand the pain. You are never the same.

    • Thank you, Mary. Talking with these guys certainly helped me along my path, and as a result of going through all of this, I’m now working with gay kids who have tried to kill themselves. That’s also been amazing. But there’s strict rules about talking/writing about them. 

  1741. Great comments so far! As a child of traveling musicians, I was exposed to the “Name that Tune & Trivia” game two, three even four times a weekend. This story reminded me of those days. The stunts he had were pretty crazy too. Guess “itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini” and you, for extra points must…. and then Tony gets his briefcase… wear this – and pulls out a yellow polka dot bikini. This story is told in my memoir (still in progress) – but reading your story really reminded me of being in the audience and helped me reflect on some things. Great job all around. This was a fun piece for summer!

    • “As a child of traveling musicians”; I bet there are quite a few stories there, and I bet your memoir will be wonderful.  Maybe we can compare notes sometime…

  1742. This writer has a real talent for finding humor in everyday life. Can’t wait to read the long awaited book, even though I’ve read a lot of Kim’s stories, I’m always amazed at the new chapters of her life.

    • Thanks for the comment Vicki and the support.  Hoping to have the book done and available in the fall.  You’re definitely on the list for an autograph copy! 🙂

  1743. What a hilarious story! I could picture every scene, every facial expression. This writer has talent and I can even see her doing stand-up. But that would be the readers’ loss so I hope she continues to share her unique view of life with these belly-laugh-provoking stories.
    Bravo and give us more!
    Terry Blackwell

    • Thanks for your comment Terry.  I LOVE stand-up comedians because they are such great storytellers.  However, not sure I would ever have the guts to try.  I do have one story in the book about winning an open-mic night in college – but, I was a bit braver in college!

      • PS – and I just received the postcard announcing Marion’s book, “Blue Locusts”, about to be published!  So exciting, can’t wait to order and receive my copy.

  1744. Since I am also competent of my many things and master of none I can understand the
    thrill of winning anything.  Will her husband believe the real “O’???

  1745. I can relate.  I also get by by being OK at most things, but not great at any one thing.  Your story represents the feelings I’ll bet we all have that share this lot in life.  Realistic, presented in a hilarious way, and yet very true to my life.
    Keep writing.  Will love to read your book and any of these stories along the way.

  1746. Kim, that was hilarious…especially since my past life was working on cruise ships as an Ass’t Cruise Director. That brought back so many memories of trivia fights I had to break up (usually over a key chain). Congratulations on the win, you earned it. You had me laughing at my desk as my colleagues looked at me like I was crazy. Great way to start the day, thanks!

    • Carmen, I bet your life on the cruise ship would make a great basis for a book – have you thought about that?  Would love to have some fun coming up with some book titles for you…

  1747. I really enjoyed this piece – it was both realistic and funny! I see a lot of promise for this writer!!

  1748. Hilarious. I agree with everyone here, your voice is so developed. It’s almost so precise that you can hear the intonations in your head. How you write so sarcastically is beyond me, but I am certainly not complaining. And, poor Eleanor.

  1749. Thank everyone so much for reading and commenting. There is certainly more to the story, but this is a sort of “in media res” piece that stands on its own and doesn’t tell the whole story. Thanks so much again! 

  1750.  Never revisit the past! This piece just affirms my belief that the past should remain firmly there. Nicely observed piece of writing. that the past should remain firmly there. Nicely observed piece of writing.

  1751.  Fascinating. I wonder if your father didn’t appear because you were not ready or because that is when Rachel chose to end the session? I hope you see him in your next session.

  1752. Classic smuttiness from MrLondonStreet, excellent stuff. “Was he hoping she would awaken to discover that she actually enjoyed being anally violated by stealth?” One does wonder! Poor Eleanor indeed!

  1753. What can I say? I love reading this art piece although personally I against any effort for anal sex. But the post is just pleasant to read. Please permit me to make a link to your blog, Mr. Evans. 🙂

    • Thanks Serat. The link to my blog is at the foot of the piece, I hope you enjoy some of my other writing. (I’m against any effort for anal sex either. It sounds like a lot of effort from what I’ve heard).

  1754. What’s interesting is that this piece made me want to write my own piece about my trip to Russia… wandering the streets really makes your reorient your attention, which I love. Nobody has time to wander anymore. Love this.

    • Yes, poor Eleanor indeed. I have to say her luck hasn’t improved much since then and the ginger guy didn’t work out either. Thank you for commenting on this one!

  1755. Thank you so very much! I’m totally thrilled. Even without winning the contest though, I would be congratulating Hippocampus magazine on a truly fine launch issue. I’m looking forward to many more. (I dm’d my email address to you on twitter. Thank you again. What fun I’ll have with my gift card!)

  1756. Thank you, Hippocampus for publishing this wonderful piece and good luck in your endeavor.

    As for you, Nathan, aka MrLondonStreet, I loved this post when I read it on your blog and I think I may have liked it even better this time…..but then, I would probably be entranced by your shopping lists. You’ve got me.

    • Thank you Lo, it’s definitely been refined a bit for publication in Hippocampus. I’m glad you loved it, and thanks so much for commenting on it. I agree, Hippocampus is definitely one to watch.

  1757. Suzanne,
    Thank you for your writing. My sister sent me the link because I have nearly no memory of life before my father died when I was ten. I never sought help in sparking my memory from anyone outside my family. I look forward to reading your entire book soon.

    • Kathy,

      I’m touched that your sister sent you the link. Let me start by saying how sorry I am to hear about your own story of loss at such a young age, loss of parent and loss of memory. Your sister and I have been exchanging ideas about memory. My eldest sister was 10 and she remembers everything from before our father’s death, whereas you, at 10, don’t remember anything… that got us talking about birth order and its potential role in memory. I wonder so much about the time right after the death, about how much our older siblings might have taken charge and how much we as younger siblings might have let them, and in more ways than just getting dressed in the morning and brushing teeth at night. The eldest in both our families might have remembered for us all, in a way. This conversation has got me thinking about memory in yet another new way. Thank you so much for writing. I’m thinking of you and your sisters today!

      • My theory about myself, is that I thought I saw him die. It may not really have been the moment he passed, but in my mind it was. That reality was all that actually mattered to me. That image haunted me regularly at home, at school, and whenever I heard a siren. I was a mess! You could be right that I somehow relied upon my sisters to do the job of remembering.
        Whatever the case, I used the lack of memories to give me a focus on my parenting. I tried to provide my children with the kind of childhood I wanted them to remember with a lot of family time.

        • When the day comes that I have a family, I know I will share that focus, Kathy. I already do with my nieces and nephews!

  1758. The structure of this is so clever that when you get to the end you just want to go back to the start and read it again. I’m a big fan of this piece; an excellent idea, perfectly executed.

  1759. Mike- Great writing! I am wanting to read more, as I believe that we may have a lot to learn from you. I am wanting to know about the fire and the rest of your stay in rehab. You’ve done an excellent job of “hooking” me into the story. I can’t wait to see what else you’ve written! -Val

  1760. Daniel- Interesting format! I liked the local joke and quote with which you began your piece. I think the poetic body of the piece works in illustrating the compactness I got out of your writing. I could see and hear and feel the crowd around me. You give us a lot of interesting images in a very small space. I like that! -Val

    • Thank you all for your very kind comments, I feel humbled. It took me years – since 2007, on and off – to cobble this piece together so I am elated to have it published. It started as a seven-page chapter in a book and then got concentrated and compacted over time into its present form. And “throbbing” is definitely a good word to describe Kin, I agree.
      Daniel

  1761. P.S. I imagine your house to look beautiful and smell wonderful, as well as the wide open scene before you. Thanks for the imagery! 😀

  1762. Ms. Norton- Thank you for the insightful tip. I also like to experience a story through my senses. Our writing does stand out when we use our senses to describe things in which a reader can immerse him or herself. I think I have some revisions to do! 😀 Thanks again. -Val Marie

  1763. Lisa Marie, I am so sorry to hear about your Mother’s passing. It is very brave of you to share with us your struggles in life and with mental illness. A very important story to share because so little is known to most people about mental and emotional illness. Through your writing, you are helping to break down barriers. I am so glad that you are able to write about what you’ve been through. I will look for work from you in the future. Sincerely, Val

    • Val, your comment means more to me than you realize. THANK YOU. I’ve always felt my suffering was for a purpose… to help others, to educate, to witness. To grow, definitely. Thank you for reading and being on the look-out for my writing. I’m so honored.

      • Lisa Marie, Has your doctor ever discussed with you Borderline Personality Disorder? I am currently writing a memoir about some experiences I’ve had in terms of Major Depressive Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, PTSD and BPD. I can relate with many of the experiences about which you have written. The acceptence of my mental illness in terms of Borderline Personality Disorder has infinitely helped me. Also, finding a therapist who works well with those diagnosed with BPD has helped change my life for the better. Best of luck to you in your meaningful purposes. 😀 Sincerely, Val

        • @9c6ff8c1dadf64f2664d595765856d42:disqus I am versed in Borderline Personality Disorder, actually. I know I fit that diagnosis to a “t”… but I’m always hesitant to slap a label on myself because when I read about them, I tend to “become them” subconsciously. It’s a strange phenomenon. I’ve been slapped with so many labels that I don’t know whether I’m coming or going anymore. Right now, I’ve decided (WITH DOCTOR’S HELP) to wean down each of my meds until I am med-free. I need to know what my capabilities are off meds. If it turns out I need them, fine. Anyway, more info than you asked for. 🙂

  1764. Kel- Love the pacing of this piece. Did you mean for it to seem like running? I thought it gathered speed in a VERY interesting way and I truly enjoyed the weaving of thoughts and themes. Nothing lasts forever. Yet, they do. I’m still taking this all in. I think that through concrete examples you created a mysterious piece, one in which every reader might take away something just a bit or a lot different from the next. You have created a very unique form. I thoroughly enjoyed it and am looking for more from you in the future! Very creative! -Val

    • I thought I left you a comment, but it’s not here. Let me try this again!

      Thank you! I’m so glad you like it. The piece came together organically, so, no, I didn’t intentionally mean to make it seem like running.

      If you’re interested in reading more of my writing, I have a blog. It’s much different than this, but it’s got me written all over it. Here’s the address: hudsys-girl.livejournal.com/

      Thanks again!
      Kel 🙂

      • Thanks, Kel! I’ll check it out! 😀 As far as the running goes… organic works for you! 😀 I agree with Nathan… perfectly executed! It does make for a great re-read! Reading this, I felt like I was running. The continual cycle of themes and their ordered progression as well as their gathered speed gave your piece energy and life, I thought. Again, very original. I loved it! Val This piece moves! 😀 Watch out!

  1765. J- Very cute and humorous! I could dig the shorts and appreciate your look back on your Mom’s wisdom! Very funny! Nice, light, fun narrative voice!!! I thoroughly enjoyed your piece! -Val

  1766. I think living a self-sustaining life would be wonderful, not easy but fulfilling. My boyfriend is from Puerto Rico and it is our dream to live off the land there. I watch somewhat from a distance the Amish living nearby and I think that kind of life would be rewarding. I am interested in growing my own food and becoming a household of zero trash. Although I am far from living this kind of life, it will be very interesting to read about it in this memoir: the challenges as well as the joys. Plus, the societal overtones!

  1767. You have a great way of drawing out varying emotions by setting the scene so wonderfully! Illustration works for you, girl! 😀

  1768. Kate- I Love this Piece! Great illustrations and I love the ending. You really pulled me into your world as if I was seeing, feeling, tasting it all for myself! I fell in love too! 😀 Third person really works for you! 😀 Can’t wait to read more!!! -Val

  1769. Hi Amye! Very memorable piece and one I think with which a lot of women can relate. I felt for you reading this piece. I chuckled, laughed and gasped in mock horror! Loved the ending! Perfect really. You want to just hate this guy or at least shake your head at his behavior, which I did a few times in this piece. I thought you did a great job of characterization and setting the scene. Love your sense of humor and style. Can’t wait to hear more from you! Val

  1770. Suzanne, this was…memorable! Well written and informative.

    I’m curious about hypnotherapy and guided imagery. Curious and apprehensive, both, so reading this memoir was very helpful to me. As part of a diet program I am doing,sessions with a hypnotherapist are included. After reading this, I’m now sure they will be helpful and not scary. Thanks!

    • I’m so glad you found something helpful in this, Linda. I was apprehensive, as well. If I were to go back, I think I might still be apprehensive! That might never go away. But I felt that Rachel was professional and experienced, and was very honest with me about the way hypnotherapy works. Learning about it first helped me feel more in control once I actually got going.

  1771. Hi Suzanne! I enjoyed reading your chapter and look forward to hearing more about your journey of self-discovery and memory recovery. I especially like the “hook” at the end, enticing me to read about your next session with Rachel. Where can I find the next piece??? -Val

    • I am so touched, Val! Thank you. Hopefully the next piece will be out pretty soon. And, with all fingers crossed, hopefully some day you’ll be able to see the entire work. We shall see. A lot of hard work is in front of me!

  1772. Lisa Marie, what a raw and honest – but also beautiful, so beautiful – portrait you’ve given us of your struggles. It’s so difficult to reveal something like this to an audience. You’re very brave. You’ve also written it in such a way that it’s not overwrought in the least, which is also very difficult. Brava. I wish you continued good health and peace.

    • Bless you, Beth. It was a somewhat impulsive decision to submit this and then – wow – publication… thank you for calling me brave. I hope I don’t end up being called foolish. 😉 Your words help my hurting heart this night. Thank you.

  1773. Nathan- This story is very well written, I thought. You have a very unique literary voice and very notable sense of humor. Relationships are always fun to read about and I like your style. I can just see the blank look on Mark’s face as Eleanor looks behind her and realizes what he is doing. This is the most memorable part of the story for me. Priceless really. I also enjoyed her reaction to the whole thing: “… in record time…” Hilarious really. Not actually a subject I find myself reading about a whole lot, but I did enjoy your story very much. -Val

    • Thanks very much Val! That’s lovely feedback for any writer to receive.

      I think it’s probably for the best that it’s not a subject anyone reads about a whole lot, eh? One of my friends said “best anal sex story I’ve read this month” which did rather beg the question of how often he read one.

  1774. Suzanne, this is beautifully written and so compelling. I, too, teared up while I was reading. I have a health condition for which I take medication that gives me a certain amount of cognitive fuzziness; it’s so frustrating when I can’t come up with a word, a thought, or a connection, especially when I’m writing. I can’t imagine what it must be (or, hopefully, have been) like to have lost your memories. I’m very much looking forward to reading more.

    • Beth, thank you for your note. Lately I’ve been reading about more general “cognitive fuzziness” as you describe, due to a family member who has a similar issue. It’s very hard. Memory is the one thing we rely on ever single day, and when it fails us, it seems to me that we might feel more devastated than if our bodies or our skills or our loved ones fail us. Something wonderful, though, has come to me through memory research: the belief that in those moment of failure are some deep connections to our own selves. When you can’t come up with a word, you’re forced to search for it. And, for me at least, it’s the action of searching that makes meaning. Anyways, I really appreciate you taking the time to read. All my best in your writing!

  1775. I confess this made me tear up at the end. Beautifully written and fascinating. I’ve always been a bit wary of hypnosis, perhaps afraid of what might lurk in my own mind.

    • Jenna, I had the same concern. I saw a “regular” therapist first, a more traditional “talk therapist.” She was so supportive, and I saw her in between my appointments with Rachel. It was very helpful for me personally to be able to talk about what hypnotherapy felt like, what it showed me, what it meant to me, with another professional. I completely understand that wariness… it was my first reaction, too!

    • Cheri, I so appreciate you spending the time to read and comment today. Thank you for your kind words!

  1776. Beautifully written, Suzanne. How apropos that the hippocampus has prominence in your piece, on this, the launch of Hippocampus magazine. Best wishes as you finish your book.
    I have recently finished writing a true crime memoir, and one of the subjects in my book underwent hypnosis because of recurring nightmares. Her nightmares resurfaced after a traumatic experience; it turned out to be post traumatic stress disorder that brought it all back.

    • Kathleen, Thanks so much for reading and for leaving a comment, too. I’m utterly fascinated by true crime writing, by the way, and will eagerly look for your book! I studied PTSD in depth and was shocked when I first learned of its capacity for latency. Before this project, I’d assumed PTSD was a disorder immediate to an experience. Only after researching did I learn how long it can persist and, in some cases, how long it can “hide” until suddenly emerging for one reason or another. It sure is hard now to imagine what treatment was like before PTSD was accepted into the DSM. New treatments are being explored all the time, thank goodness!

      • Interesting subject ladies… ptsd…dsm…hippocampus…brain and memory… this is all stuff that is right up my alley! What other treatments, if any, have you explored Suzanne beside Talk Therapy and HypnoTherapy?

        • Val, I also tried acupuncture, somatic experiencing, cognitive behavioral therapy, and the self-guided treatment of meditation. All with different purposes, all with different results, and all (except meditation) much shorter in span than talk therapy because finances prohibited going for more. I also read a great deal about other treatments, such as EMDR. I can’t say how any one therapy would have worked if I’d done it exclusively, and for a length of time. But I got a lot out of learning about different methods and trying a few!

          • What is somatic experiencing and EMDR? Have you heard of rapid eye movement therapy?

  1777. I just started using LinkedIn and can appreciate the information in the article. In fact, if I stay with LinkedIn, I will definitely rewrite my profile based on this interview…

    The one issue that I never find addressed anywhere on this topic is what to do if you don’t really HAVE anyone to connect with on LinkedIn? I’m in my 40’s, I spent much of the last several years helping a family member build their business behind the scenes (as many women with children do) and now I am looking to re-enter the workforce in a professional capacity…While I do have friends who are professionals and none of them use LinkedIn…and frankly, I’ve begged and pleaded and none of them WANT to use LinkedIn…I’ve done freelance work but only two people that I have connected with in real life in that capacity are currently using LinkedIn.

    I majored in communications so I understand that social media is very important in THAT FIELD, but I’m starting to think that it matters much less in other fields among my age group peers (who are usually just starting to use things like Facebook or Twitter)

    I attended a workshop about LinkedIn at my college thru their Career Planning and Placement and joined my college’s group hoping to find people that I went to school with—I didn’t find any that I knew personally…

    Young adults who are graduating today are fortunate because they can add everyone in their class as contacts before graduating; they can add contacts from their activities and internships and can even connect with their professors.

    But what about people like myself in my age group….should I remove my profile from LinkedIn until I actually establish myself as a professional? Do I look bad to employers if I only have four connections?

  1778. So based on what Ivor is saying, men only hit on the women that they think are UNattractive enough to say yes to them?! Hmmmm….I’m never going to look at the men who hit on me the same way again! 😉 Well written story…..

  1779. Wow! Powerful stuff. This piece defines tragicomic. If you look up tragicomic in the dictionary, you’ll find a link to this piece. Even though this piece is such an intimately detailed piece, it is also universal. It’s just that most of us aren’t brave enough to tell our Ryan-with-the-small-penis story.

    • Hi Cherley, for the time being, I did get out of it like that. But demons have a way of turning around and going after you. I have had an urge that I should write a continuation of the piece, how things have changed since 2006.

  1780. I enjoyed this commentary. I, too, have lived in Kinshasa, experienced in being “high on malaria in a traffic jam”. But there’s something about the place, deep and throbbing that sticks with you long after leaving.

    Well written, Daniel.

  1781. Interesting memoir, Suzanne. One question: What do you mean by “sweet barbecue smoke wafts through the trees and mingles with the must of the woods.” What is “must of the woods”?

    • Hi Fran, I used “must” as short for “mustiness.” That tea-like scent of damp leaves and rotting logs and the wet dirt of the stream bank. Hope that helps! And thank you for taking the time to read today.

    • I don’t know if the diary excerpt thing is good or bad, but–thank you? And I’m actually not happy with all of those things. But thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.

  1782. A lovely, lyrical piece, and a perfect excerpt from your travels, Kate. I was so utterly pleasantly surprised to see that we’re both here in this inaugural issue!

  1783. I had to laugh at this, even though I also felt a sadness. My husband lost a lot of weight and got a flat-top haircut. He looked like Urkel and he kept saying, “Did I do that.” I’m glad you appreciated your mother’s choice. I had a hard time staying out of my kids’ decisions.

  1784. Poignant memoir, as much so as Sexton or Plath.

    I’d like to read more of your blog, too. Will you be adding more soon?

    • Thank you! I am very humbled and honored by what you said. I used to have a no-holds-barred blog that chronicled much of my emotional life. I had to close it down because husband and I were trying to get custody of his kids and the ex-wife was snooping around on the web. I write memory bits on my blog, Memory Speaks in Tongues, but I just can’t go into the same emotional depth as I once did. I’m hoping to add more to that particular blog, so thanks!

  1785. I am a scared boomer. I loved this interview. I’m hooked. I’ve been a LION for a long time, but I’ve never done anything with it. I’ll be buying your book and linking to your site. Thanks.

  1786. I like how your paragraphs are short, to the point, like we, the readers can sense how your mind in this predicament, is jumping around.

    I am confused, though, by whether the event that lead up to your experience in rehab was a car accident, a house fire, or a combination of both (such as when a care crashes into a house). Just my confusion, probably, but thought I’d mention it…

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  1788. I was fortunate to hear Suzanne read this piece for her graduating reading from Vermont College of Fine Arts. By the end of the reading, I was moved to tears. And now again, by the end of my reading here. Kudos to you, Suzanne! This essay is a brilliant blend of science, narrative, and emotion.

    • What a great compliment! I would love to hear Suzanne read this. Another contributor to this issue is considering making a video reading. Reading something in print or online can be powerful enough, but hearing the author read — especially in a piece as moving as this — takes the cake.

      • I agree hippocampus… hearing an author read her own work is something magical really. So much more can be gathered than reading alone. Little lilts of tone and slight emphases can make a world of difference and who better to know where these aught lie other than the author?! I also find that reading my own work aloud causes me to discover levels of emotion I wasn’t even aware of while writing a piece. 😀

    • Thank you so much, Laurie! I’m grateful that you took the time to read. It’s been a real honor to be part of this new magazine!

  1789. Sounds like a wonderful book that I would enjoy reading. I just missed that era, but my Grandmother was a midwife. I still say to my grown children, we should join the Amish. I would miss my taken-for-granted luxuries.

  1790. Beautiful, I could feel the heat and I could feel the rain. I enjoyed this description “and his bones hold that same delicate grace that they did the evening before, under the lights.”

    • I think keeping your knees crossed only repels invaders from the front. Anyway, the poor woman was asleep, to be fair. Thanks for commenting on my piece, I really appreciate it.

    • Thank you so much, Cherley. I hope that the memories you haven’t thought of in a while stay with you for a bit, so that you can spend some time getting reacquainted. Thank you so much for reading!

  1791. Life from every angle. Well told, funny and slightly scary! Looking forward to more. Good luck Hippocampus and well done Nathan.

    • Tina – thanks so much for this terrific feedback. I agree – Hippocampus deserves support. Hope you enjoy the other pieces in the debut edition too.

    • Thank you, Phillip. I agree—a real compliment, and one that has buoyed me today!

  1792. My favourite line is “why did everybody want to bugger my friend Eleanor.” A great story, brilliantly told.

  1793. So, it’s 1:13 Eastern time and I already have about a dozen entries recorded! I’ll be busy keeping track. Don’t forget to tag us in posts off-site so that we can make sure we count you in!