Light of My Life

The Long Beach Police Department assigned my husband to rotating shifts the year our son, Steve, started first grade. So Bob slept mornings and worked evenings. On weekends often he’d pull a day shift. Our schedules rarely jibed.

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A Matter Of The Heart

As a Hollywood writer with twenty-one scripts to my credit, I am no stranger to stories from the heart. How did I know, that I, myself, would become the center of one so dramatic?

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Porcelain Birds Can’t Be Broken

© Sharon O. Blumberg As a child, I admired my neighbor’s birdbath, adorned with two brightly-colored, porcelain birds. Outside playing with friends, I would eye the red porcelain one resting upon its white platform. I adored watching Mrs. Vitriola tend to her birdbath; she had the sweetest disposition. But my curiosity overcame...

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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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