My mother's side of the family were slave holding southerners. My fathers side were Jewish Holocaust victims. This story is my personal racial history, capped off with my own experiences of guilt, entitlement, and justice.
In 1991, my boyfriend and I graduated from the University of Notre Dame and moved to New York City; a big move for 21-year-old Catholic kids from the Midwest. Our families were fearful of muggings or shootings; we were fearless and ready to...
Hypthericaly, I would preach the following words in a voice caring the strength of all the worlds choirs. Standing with one foot atop of the offender wand my awesome cape swaying pationilty blowing in the wind:
When I was young, my parents would often entertain, and when people would leave I’d say goodbye 2 or 3 times, then race their car to the top of the hill...
I would like to say that my life tuned a new may 15 2012, I had a phone call that i didnt answer becuse it had my name on the caller I.D. and later that day I had email ,I didnt respond to and it was asking...
In truth any time a person builds up addiction to any medications it does not expand right away and you will always find some factors that cause the addiction. Thus demonstrating subconscious treatment together with actual treatment is important...
It was the month of May back in 1987. My youngest son had just been born. I already had 3 boys at home. but was happy to welcome this new little bundle into our family. After a few days in the hospital, I brought my new...
My name is Lance Garland, a Navy Veteran and recent University of Washington graduate who has been hard at work on my memoir about the inside story of Don't Ask Don't Tell. I've decided to donate the first public reading to defend...
Hi I was not sure how to forward this but I thought you might find these three naratives interesting. Michael, my son is a student at Penn State and had formulated a special "project" with one of his professors. There are three...
He stepped outside his modest, two-bedroom apartment and walked towards the bus stop just a block away. Gabriel was a young man, about twenty six who worked the overnight shift as a stocker at a local grocery store. He was of modest means but...
