"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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"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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They say you never forget how to ride—it is, after all, “just like riding a bicycle”.
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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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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, every evening the news god spoke.
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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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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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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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I have spent years of my life trying to come to terms with on-call sleep deprivation.
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I felt uncomfortable packing the book and uncomfortable leaving it behind.
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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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So proud you are all contributing members of society.
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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 Muslim staff that worked in our house protected the gardener and his Hindu family, temporary refugees in their own land.
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My whole world lies waiting
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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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It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a light of hope.
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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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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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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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You never like that stove. You don’t know what it meant.
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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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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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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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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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“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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Won't you please move closer? Now, say, "Cheese"!
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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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Memories of when I lived on Sumac Ridge (with apologies to Robert Frost).
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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 woman was “looking at the corn” when she blew a stop sign and T-boned our car.
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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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Actually, sometimes I really like getting a letter.
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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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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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With apologies to Ms Franklin
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a high school far, far away, there was a computer date dance.
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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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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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So many to choose from, and what a long, strange trip it's been...
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I suppose most memorable family vacations have something that goes wrong.
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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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As we pulled onto the onramp of 580, I screamed that we had to go back, NOW!
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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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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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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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With apologies to Bob Dylan. Couldn't resist.
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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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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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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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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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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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In the darkness, find light
Sun shines, laughter peals
Watch again and again
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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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Somehow, we turned into a street and found ourselves in Old Dacca, where we clearly didn’t belong.
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Sally called me Cyd Charisse, but the hairdo was the only resemblance.
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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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Kids! Try this at home!
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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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Now that decision seems pre-ordained and perfect, as life never is--but it is for me.
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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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I just did an inventory: 81.
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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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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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Trust yourself.
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There is only ONE THING you are permitted to say
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The most complete darkness I ever knew was in Vietnam
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applying for med school while female
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The Magic Potion
Prompted By Do You Believe in Magic?
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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
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
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
Prompted By What I Own That's Older Than I Am
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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.
Prompted By Broadcast News
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In the Before time, every evening the news god spoke.
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“You don’t look Chinese!”
This One’s For You
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
Prompted By Lost in Translation
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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
Prompted By What My Father Told Me
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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
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
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
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
Prompted By What My Mother Told Me
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So proud you are all contributing members of society.
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A Very Bad Idea for an Auction
Prompted By Auctions and Raffles
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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
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
Prompted By Pandemic, Year Three
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My whole world lies waiting
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Photo Booth on Safari
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
Prompted By Hotels, Motels, Inns, and Hostels
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It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a light of hope.
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What happened?
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
Prompted By Basements and Attics
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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
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
Prompted By Some Assembly Required
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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
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
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?
Prompted By One Song That Moves Me
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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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A recipe for joy--try this at home!
Delivering the news
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
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
Prompted By Group Photos
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Won't you please move closer? Now, say, "Cheese"!
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The First Snowflakes
Prompted By Snowy Days
/ Stories
“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
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
Prompted By Highways and Byways
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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
Prompted By Highways and Byways
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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
Prompted By Resolutions
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Holiday Letters
/ Stories
Actually, sometimes I really like getting a letter.
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Lucky dog retro flash
Prompted By An Attitude of Gratitude
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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
Prompted By Family Medicine
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Chain Letters
/ Stories
With apologies to Ms Franklin
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Non, je ne regrette rien!
Prompted By Regrets
/ Stories
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”
Prompted By Trick or Treat?
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Lemons to Lemonade
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Parking
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Children's Books
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Mealtime
/ Stories
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
Prompted By 9/11 Twenty Years Later
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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
Prompted By Going to Work
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Home Repair
/ Stories
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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Oh joy! Oh f#ck! Oh crap! Sorry.
The Computer Date Dance
Prompted By Dating
/ Stories
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
Prompted By That Summer
/ Stories
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
Prompted By State or County Fair
/ Stories
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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Okay. We were definitely eclipse-chasers now.
Happy Anniversaries Retroflash
Prompted By Anniversaries
/ Stories
So many to choose from, and what a long, strange trip it's been...
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Diminished expectations
Prompted By Family Trips
/ Stories
I suppose most memorable family vacations have something that goes wrong.
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What did we know?
Prompted By Guns Then and Now
/ Stories
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!
Prompted By Can't Leave Home Without It
/ Stories
As we pulled onto the onramp of 580, I screamed that we had to go back, NOW!
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Quiz show retroflash
Prompted By Quiz and Game Shows
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Cliques and Clubs
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Naming Pets
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Recycling
/ Stories
With apologies to Bob Dylan. Couldn't resist.
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And the best of all, Sir Duke
Prompted By Separating the Art from the Artist
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Remembering Radios
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Stay-at-Home Parent
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Vaccination
/ Stories
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..
Prompted By Technology Tribulations
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Rewatchable Movies
/ Stories
In the darkness, find light
Sun shines, laughter peals
Watch again and again
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Table Manners: A Case Study
Prompted By Manners
/ Stories
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
Prompted By Inequality
/ Stories
Somehow, we turned into a street and found ourselves in Old Dacca, where we clearly didn’t belong.
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With apologies to Julie Andrews.
Haircut in Istanbul
Prompted By Haircuts
/ Stories
Sally called me Cyd Charisse, but the hairdo was the only resemblance.
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Be Kind, Be Calm, Be Safe
Prompted By One Year of the Pandemic
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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
Prompted By Advertising Jingles and Slogans
/ Stories
Kids! Try this at home!
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Good Night and Good Luck Retroflash
Prompted By First Memory
/ Stories
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
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
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
Prompted By Hats
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I just did an inventory: 81.
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Viva nuestra asociación
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?
Prompted By Art and Art Museums
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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
Prompted By Letter to My Younger Self
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Trust yourself.
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Thank you lessons
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
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
Prompted By Interviews
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applying for med school while female
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