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Bad Moon Rising by
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Prompted By Superstitions

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Beliefs about women’s health and the moon are particularly strong. 
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How it Was and Is by
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Maybe my mother did not have the shopping gene or never shook off the Depression and Protestant ethos, but she seems to have passed that shopping ambivalence on to me.
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Silence is not Golden by
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Prompted By Silence

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You know this quote.
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The Meaning of Life by
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How did I happen to read that book?  I don’t remember anyone giving it to me or seeing it in the house, so most likely it was in a school library, maybe thoughtfully displayed by a librarian, or maybe just calling to me from a shelf. In any case it was not like anything I had read and it spoke powerfully to my own adolescent yearning to make sense of existence.
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Borderline by
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Prompted By Fears and Phobias

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I still have a pang in my gut crossing any border, even when it should be benign.  Anything could happen in that liminal area.
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Counting Pills by
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Prompted By Pills

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Instead of the usual “my name is” and “how are you” basics, I learned how to explain how many pills to take how often, with or without food, with cautions about dizziness, upset stomach or other side effects.
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The Whole World is Watching by
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We managed to see our share of the Saturday kids’ programs, endless varieties of Westerns, the stereotypical Ozzie and Harriet sitcoms, variety shows and increasingly, the news.
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Spice of Life by
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Prompted By Acquired Tastes

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My father was always a bit of a food adventurist.  He liked vinegar on broccoli, Brussels sprouts and spinach, and potato salad with vinegar and onions instead of mayonnaise.
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Lifecycle by
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Prompted By City vs Suburbs

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Family and friends, returning to the center.
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Take Me Out to the Ballgame by
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Prompted By Mending Fences

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Could it really be that simple?
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Little House in the ‘Hood by
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At last I was successfully disentangling from a bad relationship with an incipiently psychotic partner and needed to move out, now.  A colleague at work turned out to be the landlady of an available place, not far from our community health clinic, and I grabbed it.
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Salud y Paz by
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Prompted By War

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We asked what they needed most and they requested a transportation vehicle. Not an ambulance—that would be too much of a target.
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An Embarrassment of Stuff by
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Prompted By Stuff

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Another friend had a bumper sticker—“Live simply that others may simply live”—that still seems like good advice.
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Breathe by
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Prompted By Meditation

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It was easy to lose focus and dither the time away, getting lost in e-mail or reports, working through the day without a break. I decided to prioritize finding time to physically leave the office at least once a day.
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Beyond the Breakers by
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Prompted By Swimming

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And like magic, the water didn’t crash over us and tumble us around, it just lifted us up and then down, our toes touching the sand again.  It was wonderful.
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What’s a Snow Day? by
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Prompted By Snow Day

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I developed an awe of the men (I never saw a woman) who worked for CalTrans at all hours and conditions, keeping the roads open. 
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Learning How to Love Jack by
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Prompted By Training Pets

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We felt a bit deceived—after all, we only agreed to take him because she had begged—but he had clearly had a traumatic adolescence and changed since his owner had died.  We still took him in, the damaged goods, and named him “Jack”.
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Stop if You’ve Heard This One Before by
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Prompted By Comedy

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A hippie, a priest and Henry Kissinger were in an airplane......
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License to Drive by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By The DMV

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Turning sixteen was a coming-of-age ritual.  Not a sweet sixteen party—getting a driver’s license!  Having wheels in mid-twentieth century US meant mobility, freedom, unsupervised hanging out with friends, romance.
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Memories of Cars Past by
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I needed something more reliable. My hours were irregular, public transportation spotty, and I lived too far from the hospital to walk.  And it rained and snowed.  Any car that ran would do. That, plus my general ambivalence, is probably why my first car was such a clunker.
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Inquiring Minds by
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Prompted By Turning Points

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I had already reasoned out that, looking at the evidence, there was no way that Santa could make it to all the boys and girls around the world in one night, not to mention the chimney issue or the problematic Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy visits. 
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Haste and Telegraph, 1970 by
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Prompted By Favors

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Telegraph Avenue.  Wonderful!  Full of cheap eats, head shops, bookstores, hippies and students and life. 
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Bad Temper by
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Prompted By Short Fuse

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Frustration has been my strongest trigger, especially from interaction with systems I dislike.
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Up a Cliff by
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Prompted By Dangerous Deeds

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Halfway up, I got stuck.  I couldn’t see how to get up or down, splayed across the cliff, hanging onto tiny stone ledge finger and toe holds.
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Lost in the Weeds by
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Prompted By Daydreaming

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Little songs would run on endless loops as I concentrated. It was a sort of fuzzy daydream state, where only vague thoughts of work or the future hovered at the periphery, kept at bay by my mantra of the day.  “Doing the garden, pulling the weeks, who could ask for more?”
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Eliza, Maybe by
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Prompted By Imagined Lives

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Two years ago, my grandniece Eliza Judy was born.  I haven’t met her yet, but the postings show a smiling and adorable little girl, hugging her stuffed animals, running with toddler steps, dressed in a cute Halloween costume, laughing when parents or grandparents interact with her.  She is healthy, well-off and well-loved, bright and radiating hope for the future. 
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A long way by
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Prompted By Prejudice

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Nancy, our new office manager, was pushing hard on everyone in the clinic to sign up for a rafting trip.  She had gone with the same outfit before and assured us it would be wonderful.  We would all simply blast off in carpools after work on Friday for the 7- hour trip to the Klamath…
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Supernova by
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Prompted By Ex-Friends

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“You will always be friends” the counselor told us.  We were too entwined and besides, she had seen it repeatedly in the women’s community, a fluidity of friends and lovers staying connected despite everything.  I said nothing but promised myself, “Oh no, we won’t”.
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The Poppies Grow by
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Prompted By Veterans Day

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Veterans were synonymous with WWII when I was a child, the good war against the unimaginably evil Hitler but also the horror of the atom bomb.  I don’t think I was the only one who wished for “world peace” when I blew out birthday candles or participated in student United Nations.
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Marble School Library by
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Prompted By Libraries

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The library was on the basement floor of that old 1934 two-story dark brick building in a small windowless room, maybe 12 by 15 feet.  Its walls were lined with bookshelves, neatly organized into the Dewey decimal system
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1969 by
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Prompted By Strikes

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Imagine being in that stadium with thousands of other university students and faculty, all roused up, politically aware, wanting a path forward.  The emotional energy was contagious and overwhelming.  Surely the concerns of so many people coming together could not be denied. 
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Fireman Phil by
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Prompted By Fire

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Fireman Phil came to Marble Elementary School.  We first-graders were gathered in the school gym, seated cross-legged on the floor.  What makes a fire?  How do you stop it?  Do you throw water on oil (no!)?  This is a fire extinguisher. If you are on fire, don’t run–drop and roll.  It’s been over 60 years…
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The Fire Next Time by
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Prompted By Fire

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The fire was blowing along the ridgeline in our direction.  Trees were candling—igniting and throwing off firebrands--burning hunks of wood. Now the fire had jumped the vast concrete firebreak of Hwy 24 into the Oakland Hills. 
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Monsoon by
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Prompted By Rainy Days

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Monsoons are more than just rainy days.  They are the wet season, the dry season’s counterpoint.  The rains are intense downpours, not drizzly affairs, and they sweep in ferociously. They are the annual water renewal that makes life possible.  Of course, that is changing along with the rest of the climate, but still. The small…
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Immersed in Happy Art by
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Prompted By Art’s Impact

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Exploring the unexpected.
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As Real as It Gets by
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Prompted By The ER

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People at San Francisco General Hospital emergency room had T shirts printed up that included the tag line: “as real as it gets”.  That pretty much summed up the big urban County Hospital experience where I was a medical student.   The ER was where lives in crisis ended up—there, or in prison, or sometimes both.…
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Voir Dire by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Jury Duty

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Was there anyone on the panel who could not give equal weight to the testimony of a police officer?
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Don’t You Ever Feel Lonely? by
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The UFW had some simple housing available in a local apartment building in Calexico, where I had stayed the first time.  It was pretty bleak, and soon one of my union contacts offered that I could stay at his place on the other side of the border, in Mexicali.
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A brief moment by
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Prompted By Dawn

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Nighttime in our community hospital was something to be dreaded when I was a resident.  It meant I was on overnight call, following a regular day’s work.  The hospital emptied of the day staff and visitors, leaving limited lab and imaging services, fewer nurses, a couple of physicians and emergency room staff–tag, you’re “it”.  When…
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Sincerely (retroflash) by
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Prompted By Imitation

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How clear it seems in retrospect.
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Now We Are Six (-ty plus) by
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Prompted By Aging

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My mother sometimes asked when she started looking old. I notice I look a lot more like her every day.
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Africa by
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Prompted By Danger

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In 1989, there were several reports of tourists being killed while visiting game parks in Kenya. When people found out that we were about to travel to Africa, they asked with alarm, “Should you really go?”
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Where are you from? by
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When people ask me where I’m from, it gets complicated.  I say, “Well, we moved around a lot.  I grew up mostly in Michigan.”  However, Michigan was just where my nuclear family lived on and off when not overseas, there were no relatives nearby, and we moved away before I finished high school.  In fact,…
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The Great Wall by
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Prompted By Lightning

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You can see a great distance from the Great Wall of China at Mutianyu.  The view is quite spectacular as it winds along the crests of the mountains, rolling up and down with the terrain; the wide path at the top of the wall turns into irregular stairsteps to accommodate the undulations and is punctuated…
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The Blob by
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Prompted By Trauma

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In the universe of trauma, it seems pretty trivial to describe a childhood horror movie.  Looking back now, it is hard to believe that I would be terrified by the old sci-fi low-budget 1950’s film, “The Blob”.  I was surprised to learn from Wikipedia that it was Steve McQueen’s acting debut, and music was by…
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Gong Ceremony by
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Prompted By Ceremony

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It was our friend Jack who recommended Aidan to us. We needed someone to paint the house interior, and he assured us that Aidan was the best.  He was also an artist, a perfectionist, and a quixotic Irish fellow who presented us with a four-page estimate in hand-written calligraphy.  Yes, he was available, and yes,…
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Say It Ain’t So by
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It was the dark winter solstice of December 2020.  Everything was shut down because of COVID, and vaccines were a mere glimmer.  Life was suspended.  Work had stopped abruptly one day in March—I was too old to risk showing up in person, and virtual options were poor—so de facto retirement came more suddenly than I…
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You’ve Got Mail! by
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Prompted By My First Computer

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There was a phone with buttons for hold and intercom, and a blocky computer console sitting squarely in the middle of the desk.  I think it was a Dell.  The font was clunky and there were no graphics.  This was my first computer. 
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Cartophile by
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We were put on a bus, blindfolded, and driven around country roads this way and that.  At some point, groups of four were let out of the bus, given a map, and told to find our way back.  We were all fifth graders in East Lansing public school and this was part of the curriculum…
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Dentistry for All by
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Prompted By The Dentist

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Although I don’t look forward to going to the dentist, I do appreciate the importance of the work–maybe because I have always had dental issues, from cavities to crowns, partial plates and bridges to implants, orthodontia to tooth extraction.  Much of it is thanks to genetics, which forgot to provide me a full secondary set…
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Sandy McTire by
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Prompted By Retail Rewards

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We were looking for somewhere to buy a boom box to play CD music for our elopement ceremony in Niagara Falls, and someone suggested Canadian Tire.  Incredulous, we had to ask why an automotive service center would have such a thing and were met with an amused look and explanation that the store carried much…
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Spice of Life by
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Prompted By Learning To Cook

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Big error:  I hadn’t actually checked the recipe before the day of the meal.
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Off We Go by
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Prompted By Planes and Trains

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But in 1961 our family was headed for East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) for a two-year stint and I was now eleven-going-on-twelve.  For me, it was an escape into the unknown, a reprieve from the prospect of junior high, and I was certain that all my frames of reference would shift.
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The Way We Were by
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The house looked sort of lived-in, and we loved it, eclectic and thrown-together though it was.
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Not a Customer by
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Prompted By Customer Service

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Are people merely “consumers” seeking to get the best deal from health “providers” based on market factors (and their satisfaction is important so they will keep being customers?) Or are they just people needing to heal? 
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It’s All One by
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Prompted By Drugs and Alcohol

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It was a fall afternoon when Ron and his friend appeared with the acid and what the hell, we had nothing better to do.
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I’m late, I’m late Retroflash by
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Prompted By Procrastination

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Don't you hate the state of late?
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Chestertown Follies by
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There were songs for the sisters, the grandchildren, the in-laws, and the whole “cast”.  We thought they were pretty clever.
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The Magic Potion by
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"Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution." – Albert Einstein
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You Never Forget by
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Prompted By Riding a Bicycle

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They say you never forget how to ride—it is, after all, “just like riding a bicycle”.
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The Little MG That Couldn’t by
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Prompted By Car Trouble

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Sally gallantly offered that I could take the MG, but I wouldn’t consider it—far too untrustworthy to risk taking over the bridge.
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Keeping Warm by
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The downside of a house of mementoes is that it is hard to throw anything out.  I think the oldest thing I  have is something that eluded getting thrown out by several generations, but I don’t really know its story.  This is all I know.
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In the Before Time Retroflash. by
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Prompted By Broadcast News

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In the Before time, every evening the news god spoke.
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Named After by
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Prompted By What's in a Name

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“You don’t look Chinese!”
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This One’s For You by
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Prompted By Why We Write

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I write because Suzy Underwood put out a plea to my college class listserv for stories about interviews, and I thought I had a good one.
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We’re Doing the Best That We Can by
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On my first day, it was show time. I nervously knocked on the door and entered to find a pleasant young man who listened patiently as I introduced myself in halting Spanish and asked what had brought him to the clinic. 
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Unforgettable by
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As my mother descended into dementia, her letters stopped, and we kept in touch through phone calls, increasingly with my father alone.  By the time my mother died, he had become my confidante and mutual support system.
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An Intern’s Prayer retroflash by
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Prompted By Sleepy Time

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I have spent years of my life trying to come to terms with on-call sleep deprivation.
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Don’t Obey in Advance by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Banned Books

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I felt uncomfortable packing the book and uncomfortable leaving it behind.
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Was Blind but Now I See by
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Prompted By The Eyes Have It

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My father was leaving the lecture hall when he stepped out of the doorway and a snowball—or more accurately, an ice ball—came hurling from the side and hit him directly across his open eye.
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What She Said by
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So proud you are all contributing members of society.
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A Very Bad Idea for an Auction by
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The plan was to recruit male volunteers to be “sold”, for a term of some hours, at a “slave auction”.  It was 1967, in the middle of civil rights protests.
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The Hair of the Prophet by
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Prompted By Refugees

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The Muslim staff that worked in our house protected the gardener and his Hindu family, temporary refugees in their own land.
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Year Number Three Retroflash by
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My whole world lies waiting
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Photo Booth on Safari by
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Prompted By Photo Booths

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We could hear dull, throaty roars in the distance.  We were more than happy, thank you very much Mr. Guard, to be accompanied across the field.  Would they be willing to have us take their picture the next day, once there was light, if we gave them a copy?  Indeed, they would.
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Port in a Storm by
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It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a light of hope.
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What happened? by
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Prompted By Cheating

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“What happened?” The woman in charge of Introduction to Clinical Medicine seemed concerned.  I had failed the course’s written exam.  “I don’t know.”  And really, I didn’t.  I had never failed an exam. We second-year medical students had been farmed out in small groups to assorted ophthalmologists and ENT physicians in practice to learn eye…
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The Basement Laundry by
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Unlike the barracks and prefabs we had lived in, the modest new house in East Lansing had a righteous Midwestern full, unfinished basement.  Wooden staircase near the back door, cinder block walls, divided in two sides.  Washing machine and dryer, furnace, storage, and tools on one side; if we had canned, the fruits and vegetables…
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Time is short by
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Prompted By Time

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We are adaptable, smart in many ways, and know that what should be done is also technically possible.  Is it enough? 
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Stove by
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You never like that stove.  You don’t know what it meant.
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Val-de-ree, Val-de-ra by
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Prompted By Scouting

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I’m sure you would not guess it, if you guessed a long, long while, so I’ll take it out and put it on—it’s a great big Brownie smile!
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Shower by
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Prompted By Guilty Pleasures

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The routine was: Turn on water and collect in bucket until warm—wet self—turn off water—lather and wash—turn on water to rinse—end! 
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Have You Met Miss Jones? by
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I always liked the way my dad played the piano, inventing arrangements from a fake book and not just playing scripted sheet music.  He loved interesting chords, with a just enough dissonance.  There were certain tunes he played often, refining the sound over time, drawing heavily from the Great American Song Book and jazz standards. …
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Corn Comfort by
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Prompted By Comfort Food

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A recipe for joy--try this at home!
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Delivering the news by
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Prompted By Newspapers

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I would go to bed half dressed in a tee shirt, and at the first sound of the alarm, quietly roll my legs over the edge of my top bunk and slide onto the floor, already standing, trying not to disturb the roommate. 
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The Accidental Genealogist by
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Prompted By Group Photos

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“Hi mom, it’s me, calling from Sweden.”  This will have to be short.  It is expensive.  “When was Grandma born?”  “What was her father’s name?”  I need some crumb of information if we are to have any luck tracking down relatives, and this was all unplanned. 1897.  Carl Corsberg, from ”Smaland”. That will have to…
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C’est Cheese Retroflash by
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Prompted By Group Photos

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Won't you please move closer? Now, say, "Cheese"!
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The First Snowflakes by
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Prompted By Snowy Days

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“It’s snowing!” And all the kids in Mrs. Kennerson’s first grade class jumped up from our desk chairs as one, rushing excitedly to the window.  Outside, flurries spun and danced in the wind, and for that moment, it was the most important thing in the world.
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Shoveling the Drive on a Snowy Morning by
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Prompted By Snowy Days

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Memories of when I lived on Sumac Ridge (with apologies to Robert Frost).
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Kindness of Strangers by
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We had a whole ten days off, a fiftieth birthday to celebrate, a new telescope to try out, and a good grasp of Spanish.  A map.  No GPS, smart phone, or travel internet then.
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A Comin’ Through the Corn by
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A woman was “looking at the corn” when she blew a stop sign and T-boned our car. 
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Be it resolved retroflash by
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Prompted By Resolutions

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I'm not really someone who makes new year's resolutions, but this year Sally announced she plans to learn to play the old accordion she bought on a whim years ago. 
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Holiday meme retroflash by
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Prompted By Holiday Letters

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Actually, sometimes I really like getting a letter.
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Lucky dog retro flash by
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When I started thinking about this prompt, I started a list of all the reasons I had to be grateful, and soon found there was a true embarrassment of riches.  When stacked up next to myriad reasons to be dismayed, angry, and depressed, an old saying came to mind: “I guess a man (sic) is…
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In it for Life by
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Prompted By Family Medicine

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All efforts to improve health are based on helping the body to heal itself, be it through emotional support, listening, suggestions for nutrition or activity, medications or surgeries, self-care or connection to a healthy environment.
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Chain, chain, chain retroflash by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Chain Letters

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With apologies to Ms Franklin
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Non, je ne regrette rien! by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Regrets

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I had a glimpse of the future at East Lansing Junior High--and it didn't look good. It seemed like a reprieve when our family moved to the other side of the world. I wasn't sorry.
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“Trickertreat” by
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Prompted By Trick or Treat?

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Once it got dark, the kids would hit the residential streets in roving bands gone wild, armed with big bags, running to each porchlight to cry, “Trickertreat!" at the door.
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A Good Death by
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Prompted By Lemons to Lemonade

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At age 92, there was no treatment for him; usually the end would come from some infection his blood cells could no longer fight off. When?  Maybe a month or two, max.  Maybe tomorrow.  No one knew. He got very quiet and then said, “Oh.  I guess I had better make some phone calls.”
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Avoiding the Boot by
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Prompted By Parking

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The traffic going into London for the morning commute is insane.  The roads in London are impossible (and no GPS then).  Finding the cute little hotel in the Bloomsbury District would have been a challenge if we were awake and oriented; we were not. 
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Happy reading to all by
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Prompted By Children's Books

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I just remember it was the girls crowding around my dad, and it was a very special time. Each week, he put aside his work and read us a chapter.
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Lunch box by
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Prompted By Mealtime

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Meals were a challenge when I was a resident on hospital rotations.  There were no official breaks, no lunch, dinner, or breakfast hours, just work that had to be done and rounds to attend.  Sure, there were cafeterias with overcooked steam trays of food, but they weren’t open 24/7, and weren’t free.  Finding a moment…
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We have met the Enemy–Retroflash by
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It is not foreign terrorists who invaded the US Capitol, corrupted democracy, attacked the press, blocked voting, tried to install an unelected autocrat, attacked public health, imposed punishments with religious zealotry against women, or damaged the rule of law.
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Trying to work by
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Prompted By Going to Work

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It was clear I needed a job.  Turning twenty, literate (two years of college behind me), energetic, and flexible—surely this would not be too hard.  But it turned out I knew nothing about finding work.
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This Old House by
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Prompted By Home Repair

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The house was a study in deferred maintenance.  Charming, with furniture, bedding, kitchen ware, and barn implements still in place, but old. He was a budding architect.  I was a friend of a friend with no repair skills to speak of, but had youthful enthusiasm, and came cheap.
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Sorry retroflash by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Senior Moments

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Oh joy! Oh f#ck! Oh crap! Sorry.
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The Computer Date Dance by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Dating

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Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a high school far, far away, there was a computer date dance.
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The Summer of our Discontent by
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Prompted By That Summer

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Come mothers and fathers throughout the land, and don’t criticize what you can’t understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.
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All is Fair by
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And yet, somehow, I have experienced cotton candy, apple fritters, kettle corn, corn dogs, Indian tacos and bannock, and have roamed through outdoor venues with crowds of young people milling around midways, carnies, pavilions with exotic chickens, beer fests, dog shows, food trucks, music stages, lumberjack contests, and barrel races.  Not to mention street fairs and parades of all stripes. I just can’t tell you where and when.
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Astronerd by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Hobbies

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Okay.  We were definitely eclipse-chasers now. 
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Happy Anniversaries Retroflash by
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Prompted By Anniversaries

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So many to choose from, and what a long, strange trip it's been...
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Diminished expectations by
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Prompted By Family Trips

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I suppose most memorable family vacations have something that goes wrong.
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What did we know? by
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Prompted By Guns Then and Now

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Many kids had cap guns in holsters on their hips. These were loaded with red strips which were impregnated with dots of chemicals, and would explode with a loud bang when the trigger was pulled. 
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Smile! by
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As we pulled onto the onramp of 580, I screamed that we had to go back, NOW!
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Quiz show retroflash by
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I was made Queen for a Day.  But that started a Family Feud and landed me in Jeopardy. 
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The anti-club by
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Prompted By Cliques and Clubs

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It was lonely.  I suppose it was just adolescent agonizing over the search for independence and existential meaning, while simultaneously longing for acceptance and inclusion from kids my age. You know, the usual.
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If the name fits, wear it by
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Prompted By Naming Pets

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A litter of kittens frolicking in the California sun, named by my teenaged aunt Susan:  Peanuts, Schroeder, Linus and Charley Brown. Left behind when his family moved, we inherited the tawny pai dog.  Feral and battle-scarred, a forever stray who one day vanished.  Bishkar. Gray and white cat, clawing, meowing, rubbing, always knowing how to…
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Blowin’ in the Wind by
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Prompted By Recycling

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With apologies to Bob Dylan. Couldn't resist.
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And the best of all, Sir Duke by
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Then, in the fall of 1963, an amazing thing happened.  The State Department, through the United States Information Service (USIS), sponsored a goodwill tour of American jazz musicians.  None other than the Duke Ellington Band—yes, that one!--made an astoundingly extensive tour that, according to google, went from New York to Damascus, Amman, Jerusalem, Beirut, Kabul, New Delhi, Hyderabad, Bangalore, Madras, Bombay, Calcutta, Colombo, Kandy, Dacca, Lahore, Karachi, Teheran, Isfahan, Abadan, Baghdad, Beirut and Ankara.  You may have noticed Dacca in that list.
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Que sera, sera by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Remembering Radios

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I think it was my fourteenth birthday when my father bought me a transistor radio.  They were a wonder.  Mine was small enough to hold in a hand, with a little leatherette case and ear bud, from Japan.
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A bumpy section of the journey by
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In the end, she decided she didn’t want to break up the family, and returned, telling my father never to mention the idea of doing a PhD to her, EVER!  It was too late.  That was that.
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This won’t hurt a bit by
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Prompted By Vaccination

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In 1957,  travel overseas meant lots of shots for our whole family—Mom. Dad, and three children.  I was the middle child, age 6.   We had to go to a special clinic in downtown Lansing, and we children were promised we would be taken out to dinner if we “behaved”.  This would be a big deal…
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I Just Called.. by
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(140 Stories)

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We had no details. Television? None in the house.  Radio?  I can’t recall.  And really, why should it be covered 24/7 in Botswana?  When you read about a disaster on the other side of the world, how many details do you hear?   Internet?  Smartphone? This was 1989. 
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Movie Review Haiku by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Rewatchable Movies

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In the darkness, find light Sun shines, laughter peals Watch again and again
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Table Manners: A Case Study by
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Prompted By Manners

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The Goops, they lick their fingers, And the Goops, they lick their knives; They spill their broth on the tablecloth, Oh, they lead disgusting lives!
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Lessons from Old Dacca by
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Prompted By Inequality

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Somehow, we turned into a street and found ourselves in Old Dacca, where we clearly didn’t belong. 
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My Un-favorite Things by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Pet Peeves

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With apologies to Julie Andrews.
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Haircut in Istanbul by
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Prompted By Haircuts

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Sally called me Cyd Charisse, but the hairdo was the only resemblance.
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Be Kind, Be Calm, Be Safe by
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In Canada, new programs were suddenly in place for the unemployed and businesses. Schools closed, gatherings were progressively smaller.  Everything was changed, reminding me that “normal” can dissipate overnight. I harbored a guilty thought—could world-on-pause be something good?
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Snap, Crackle, Pop by
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(140 Stories)

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Kids! Try this at home!
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Good Night and Good Luck Retroflash by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By First Memory

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I didn’t learn who McCarthy was until much later. And I know now why news is so important.
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Righteous persistence brings great rewards by
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Prompted By Reconnecting

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Now that decision seems pre-ordained and perfect, as life never is--but it is for me.
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We’d make a peach of a pair by
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Prompted By Valentine's Day

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I don’t think the memory of that ever left her, written wordlessly in a scar on her heart.
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The 500 hats of Bartholomew Cubbins by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Hats

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I just did an inventory:  81.
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Viva nuestra asociación by
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Prompted By Good Trouble

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The executive team fought unionization ferociously--  we were fomenting discord and destroying the clinic, and how could we do this to the community?
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Art at Harvard? by
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  I always thought I had a knack for drawing.  Someone encouraged this when I was twelve, a year when my family was stationed in East Pakistan, and I came under the wing of an ex-pat Danish artist name Tova. She helped me do an oil painting for my parents, a still life with two…
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You’re on the right track baby by
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Trust yourself.
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Thank you lessons by
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Prompted By Thank You

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There is only ONE THING you are permitted to say
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Lights out in Vietnam by
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Prompted By Hello Darkness

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The most complete darkness I ever knew was in Vietnam
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The Medical School Interview by
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(140 Stories)

Prompted By Interviews

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applying for med school while female
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