She was bereft at the thought that we wouldn’t write weekly. We were a close-knit group and loved reading and commenting on each other’s stories. We had become long-distance friends and in one case, even met and spent a lovely day together. But when Suzy reached out, I told her I needed some time off.…
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Suprise Me
“Retro” Revival
Prompted By New Beginnings
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She was bereft at the thought that we wouldn’t write weekly. We were a close-knit group and loved reading and commenting on each other’s stories. We had become long-distance friends and in one case, even met and spent a lovely day together. But when Suzy reached out, I told her I needed some time off.…
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MOTHERF-
Prompted By Pain
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There, we learn profanity before we learn of the adventures of Dick and Jane. Letting fly a string of curses when angry or hurt is to us as natural as breathing.
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A story of laughter (not) and forgetting (much)
Prompted By Trauma
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It’s so humiliating
When you are wanting to enact your role as part of a “recently married couple”
And instead, you find yourself in a different kind of drama altogether
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A flash of thanks (100 words)
Prompted By What My Mother Told Me
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Mom spent Mother's Days closeted.
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All Four Of My Grandparents Were Refugees.
Prompted By Refugees
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The Day I met Bruce Springsteen
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For 40 years my life has intertwined with the music of Bruce Springsteen. On Tuesday I was priveledged to meet Bruce, and it led to a time of reflection on the past years of my life.
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What’s In a Name?
Prompted By Nicknames
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Shakespeare usually has something brilliant to say on a topic like this one: “What’s in a name?/A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Like my cousin Mimi (actually Mary Elizabeth), I was named Elizabeth Ann for our paternal grandmother, who was “Elizabeth Prensky Sarason” (so her headstone says), but I never heard…
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That Old Hot Iron Metaphor…
Prompted By Procrastination
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Cohabitation
Prompted By What My Mother Told Me
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I devised an ingenious way to break the arrangement to my mom. Or so I thought.
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SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?
Prompted By The Road Not Taken
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I remember our 8th grade history teacher telling us back then that every generation had to have its war and while there was nothing solid on the horizon for us, he was confident that we’d get our chance.
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