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What’s Your Story?

So you’ve decided to write your memoir. Congratulations! Remember, a memoir is not the same thing as an autobiography. You are not going to start on the day you were born and keep going from there

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The Thursday People

I nodded yes. In the next few months, my life went from black and white to color. How Mrs. Going taught me is a mystery. What I remember are amazement and delight. Everything talked to me! Some signs told you where to go!

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Other Plans

Teachers shoo their students into classrooms. The hallway empties, except for a few usual suspects. A gorgeous young man and his two infatuated followers linger, deep in conversation.

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Female Pilot Story

She opened the rear door, threw down the ladder and climbed out of the plane into a ridiculously cold minus fourteen degrees. She looked at her surroundings. A beautiful DC-3 sat in one corner of the ramp.

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My Sister Was an Only Child

Aah. Rachel had another meltdown. I picked up the lime-colored pieces and clicked them together. “See—when you put these pieces together they have the same shape as California. And this black dot stands for Los Angeles.

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Other Plans

After I messed things up for myself by abandoning a perfectly good husband and thereby walking away from a primo apartment on the Upper West Side, and oh-by-the-way losing…

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A Memoir

They say I might see a truck with hunting dogs and a dead pig or two tied to the vehicle. But there’s no sign of life – no cars, no people, no buildings. Just the big, black boar with white tusks off in the distance. I say a little prayer.

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Good Morning

Like so many people in his situation, Walter realized that every day of life, good or bad, is a wonderful gift. It is like an immense punch-card, each day leaving our life-cards a day closer to the time when all the punches are gone.

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