Danny Delaney

I was already a movie buff by the time I was five. On Saturdays my family would drive the fifty miles over rocky, barely passable Wyoming roads from Grass Creek to Thermopolis to see whichever motion picture Hollywood had sent to the single theatre

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Big Hairy Deal

We all have aspects of our appearance that we’re comfortable with and other things we are self-conscious about. For me, teeth fit into the first category, hair the second. I was born with thin, fine, stick straight brown hair. No amount of curling, coating, fluffing or fixing has ever achieved a look that allows me to walk...

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The Woman Who Looked Like Maya Angelou

© 2009 Christine Graf Somewhere between sleep and the cloudy space where dreams take root and go deeper, I roused from the anvil weight of drugs. I heard whispering, as bed sheets fluttered and snapped into military folds. Still thinking I was in a dream state, I saw what appeared to be a Nubian queen, wearing a bright orange...

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Miles, Years, and Cyberspace

List the most important people in your life, and write a descriptive phrase about each of them,” was the prompt I was given in my writing class. Checking my list, I brimmed with emotion, craving contact with several people, especially Dorothy, the woman I’d met when I was nineteen. In 1974 Dorothy and I had just begun a...

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Conversations With Twilight

“Close your eyes; tight. Imagine the story I’m reading. Can you taste it? What are the smells?” my father would ask.

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God Sent Me Someone

“What’s the matter with that girl now? Is she going to bawl the rest of her life? Tell her to get in here and wash the dishes,” my dad said. My mother had more sympathy. At first we thought I had a rash. Big ugly red bumps appeared all over my face, but when they turned into ugly sores, I could hardly bear it.

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My Mom’s Teacups

As a little girl, I was in awe of my mother’s china teacups; each unique, delicate and exquisite. For special occasions I helped her to set the dining table.

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My Grandmother’s Garden

While I was growing up, my grandmother had the most fantastic garden in the entire neighborhood! Flowers of every hue, fragrance, and description fairly burst into bloom each spring.

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The Grey Hairpin

© Linda Albert Whenever my grandmother came to visit, I was obligated to share my bedroom with her. I can still picture her relieving her pendulous breasts from the confines of her corset, then removing the pins from the bun in her snow-white hair. But though peeking at granny while pretending to be asleep provided some...

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Wedding Magic

When Sarah, told us a few months ago that it was her wish for all of the guests at her nuptials to wear white or ivory, many of us knew we would have to go shopping.

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