Suprise Me

My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by
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Prompted By Rites of Passage

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I have had my share of the usual rites of passage: no bar mitzvah, but two weddings, some funerals (not mine), and a ton of graduations.  Of these, and passing the inherent sadness of funerals, I can quickly identify which was the worst experience for me: my law school “graduation” from Columbia Law School (“CLS”)…
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A War Experience Recovered by
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Prompted By Memorabilia

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Why the small beige box was in my mother's dresser I'll never know. The items pictured belonged to my father's father ...
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Poetic Solace in Turbulent Times by
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(134 Stories)

Prompted By Poetry

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We poets are at all levels, from awesomely accomplished to beginner. I am somewhere in the middle.
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Draft Dodger Rag by
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(232 Stories)

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Memorial Day weekend in Sacramento is most notable for the Dixieland Jazz Jubilee, which has occurred every year since 1974. It is an amazing four days of music and fun, with bands from all over the country and the world who make the pilgrimage to northern California to play traditional jazz. I didn’t discover it until…
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Island Style by Peter Merriman by
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Prompted By What We Ate

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I started cooking because I was hungry. In fact, I'm still hungry—all the time.
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No Dice! by
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(137 Stories)

Prompted By Hacks and Scams

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Try as I might, in my seven decades – most of which were lived in New York City of all places – I can’t remember being the victim of any shady deals or crooked schemes. I never shot craps in Vegas nor have I even been to Foxwoods. I was never conned in a dark…
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Cheap Thrills by
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(84 Stories)

Prompted By Prom

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“What’s this?” asked Wendy. “Chocolate cream pie,” I answered helpfully. “It’s like soup,” said Jean.
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Checkbook Gardener by
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(253 Stories)

Prompted By The Garden

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I have a notorious black thumb. I killed a philodendron in my college dorm room and those things are indestructible. I killed all my house plants, so replaced them with good-looking silk ones. No fuss, no muss. But that is indoors. The great outdoors is less and more capricious. Back home in Newton, MA, my…
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Losing A Whole Year by
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(232 Stories)

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I have written my own Journal of the Plague Year in five chapters. I'm thrilled that this fifth chapter is the last!
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Homeward Bound by
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(232 Stories)

Prompted By Home

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This is the house I grew up in, a two-story red brick house with a full attic and basement, on a corner lot in Belleville, New Jersey. My father’s medical office is on the side, you can see the entrance to it on the far right in the picture. My parents moved into this house…
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