In 2012, I suffered a second trimester miscarriage. It was my first pregnancy, and to this day was the hardest thing my husband or I have experienced. This is the story, without anything too graphic.
This is another true narrative about the day that I learned what a cornfield really meant when I worked in the hard, manual work in the boring, hot broiling sun.
Beyond explorations, beyond wandering, beyond traveling, beyond wild imaginations, some people travel for purposes beyond themselves.
Part three of a four part interview with a young woman who destroyed herself and ended up a better person.
Come join us to relive teenage memories of a husband from New Orleans and a wife from North Louisiana featuring old photos and their favorite songs, activities and places from the 1950's and 60's.
Fiction or Truth? I am not one to play foolish games in life or in private. Especially in private when I visit one of my years in my younger years.
The first of December, my dear mother's birthday. It will always be one of my most special days as it has been since I was a child and worked for whatever I could get to always have a present for her.
My dad served in the Home Guard in World War II Britain before joining the Royal Air Force. He manned antiaircraft rockets when the German bombers raided Birmingham and later guarded German POWs.
Ah, it comes to me now, he is the only fatherly man who spent time with me as a young girl. He always encouraged me, so few did. Perhaps, that is why I am visiting him.
At age seven, from a poor background, things were simple, but yet so memorable at the first school house that I had ever attended. Enjoy.
Christmas can be a magical time of year. It can also be challenging, particularly in case of serious illness or the passing of a loved one. Here are my thoughts on finding peace during the holidays.
Life writing:extracts from a collection of memories about life as a child in a small English market town during the 1950s
The 90s were a different time during the infamous 'Black Friday'. Alexis takes a look back on the earlier days of Black Friday and reflects on what it has become.
One hundred years ago America fought the first World War. Have you forgotten? I will not forget. My grandfather has left behind a treasure trove of letters I read often.
When you can't do something, you may as well admit it and move on. This applies especially to new schoolteachers.
A true narrative about me, my cousin, Donnie, a classroom almost full of bored, quiet students and a prank that you just have to read to believe.
My Grandma is a games person and she loved to play with her grandchildren. A story of how we played Scrabble, no matter what. We played Scrabble while driving and Scrabble even as my Grandma started to lose her sight. Scrabble fans will definitely appreciate this article about diehard devotion to Scrabble.
I hope that you enjoy my meeting "Alvin," not his real name and the night that I met him managing a convenience store.
You didn't want to move. I sat there all day with your head in my lap, gently rubbing your snout, my arm over your tired body. I knew it was time. So did you.
My life with a schizophrenic. He was also diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), the new way to say multiple personalities. We were together 5 years.
If you don't yet own an RV, and you haven't traveled much in your Life then read this and consider adopting a lifestyle where you live in a "house on wheels" and wake up every morning to a new Sunrise
'Tell me about the day I was born’. 'The day you were born?’ He is surprised. This is a departure from my usual encouragement to reminisce about the war years and a question I have never asked before.
This, my friends and anyone else, is a True Story about a band of four real guys. Only three of them are living today. Oh, I am still alive.
Okay, I am guilty. I tried hard to be a hippy in 1968. I failed. And if you read this narrative, you will gain a wider understanding of me.
This is a first-person narrative and a true story. Now I am reminded that in my headline, "Never Finding Rita," would make a great song title for Paul Simon.
This is a True Narrative. If you were living in 1970, then you should get a kick with this story plus, you might relive a few of your own special memories.
The story of how an elderly stray cat, who had never lived indoors his entire life, befriended a timid young rescue dog and how their enduring friendship defied the odds to last a lifetime.
If you lived prior to, during, or after the Vietnam Conflict, you should appreciate this hub. Even if you registered for the Draft and didn't go, you will get a kick from this. I promise.
Jimmy Jean offers classes for small groups in the North Dordogne, South Charente regions of France. He wants his students to speak the language in the vernacular.
To ward off the flu virus and, other diseases people used folk medicine remedies, medicine bags called 'Asphidity' bags (that is what my Aunt Hattie called her bag) worn pinned to her under garments.
I was 11. I had hair that would not lay down. Then I watched my dad use a brand name men's hair oil and that I thought was the answer.
A woman's character is reflected in her holiday cooking. Mother was a unique lady, a first generation American. Her pioneer spirit definitely showed in her fruitcake--the world's best!
Cooking my first Thanksgiving dinner was not supposed to be a disaster, nor was it supposed to be funny. It ended up being both. But all good plans can go awry...
This is an account of my cats, which were many. Their stories were not all happy ones, but their lives were.
My great uncle Copeland Charles Burg wrote stories about his life in Livingston, Montana in the early 20th century. I would like to share one of his stories.
The story of the Oscar Coleman Cooler follows a span of over 30 years of highs and lows. Oscar goes off to college, to concerts and other adventures. Follow this Coleman Cooler's journey through life.
There is a song that reminds me of my mother. The song that usually makes me cry hopelessly, every time I hear it on the radio. I have it on my iTunes playlist and as I scroll past the song title, I hesitate to click , knowing very well I am going to be heavy with grief, choked with emotion and generally make a spectacle of myself.
Dad, Happy Birthday, Bob Seger, Vietnam Vet, Oakland Detective, Corvette, California, Law School, Real Estate Investing, Midas, Saint Kitts, Saint Thomas, United States, Protectorates, San Francisco
School children are sometimes amazing. And sometimes, in my case, very stupid. You will agree when you read this piece.
A Christmas shopper's dilemma: should you brave the inclement British weather or stay home and shop online? The supposed arrival of the end of the world on 22nd Dec 2012 added to all the fun!
The story of Camp Howze in Gainesville, Texas and the 334th Infantry Regiment during World War 2. Camp Howze trained 10,000 plus personnel per month and later became a German prisoner of war camp.
You just had to be there when that slick monster, Spontaneity, met a crowd inside Barnes & Noble and the scene was not funny.
Californians are used to earthquakes, but once in a while a seismic event gets everyone's attention. Long Beach and San Francisco each had historic quakes.
I gave birth and for the first time in my life I have consciously realized, with my whole being, that I have a mother too. And I needed her, I needed her more than anything. But she wasn't there.
Months and months dealing with one of my first ad clients: Elmore's, in Hamilton, Ala, in Sept., 1975. I was not happy when . . .you will just have to read this.
In this article, I recall special times with mom and dad. My memories include family activities, summer visits back home to Wisconsin, and traveling together over the years.
When my parents found out I was gay, their reaction was of anger and fear for my future. I chose to flee, not fight, spending the next 25 years across the world. Eventually, I had to come home ...
His name was, and hopefully is, Joe Collier, a friend of mine in 1970. He had just did one tour of duty in Vietnam. The rest he told me I am now sharing with you.
This is just one of those tales that one enjoys by themselves, but chooses to share it with friends one day. That day and tale is now.
I love Thanksgiving, but it always brings back the memory of the 60's and how so many of our boys were sent to Vietnam. This is the story of my brother. My older and loved brother. My only brother!
Imagine the possibilities in your family history that brings amazing connections to your present. I highly recommend www.ancestry.com and www.23andme.com
As Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba says, the dreams in which He appears are real. The time taken for them to happen in reality varies from case to case. Here is an experience of a dream which manifested itself in months. Also follows a brief on what one should do when one gets a dream of Swami.
Pursuing wilderness, the great Indian rhinoceros, the fierce tigers and the exotic cultures of Assam in the North Eastern regions of India.
Growing up with very little relationship, it is still hard as an adult to hear others explain the man my father was to them- when I still am at odds with what his absence did to me
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, not because of personal memories, but because of wonderful stories I read in books. Here, I tell how I took the courage to create memories of my own.
My college room-mate lost her mother shortly before Christmas in 1985. I remember the tearful phone call asking if I'd seen the news, requesting that I not talk to any media...and then begging me to come to her mother's home in Connecticut because...
Life has been tough growing up without Dad. I just wonder, when we get to catch up, if we ever get to catch up.... what type of man were you.
Definitely looks like the product of a nuclear waste spill, doesn't it? When I was growing up, nothing was more fun than catching critters and keeping them as pets. There was a lot of fun to be had collecting ants and putting them in a jar...
Death. The longer we live, the more of it we see. What does it take to watch loved ones pass on? What gives meaning in the midst dying? This essay is based on the courage and experiences of my mother.