In 1975, a year after a difficult divorce, I decided to do something special for myself and get silicone implants. It was no big deal, everyone was doing it
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A green-eyed child in torn shorts asked for the gum from my mouth as I waited at customs in Tirana, Albania. I had just arrived with a group of volunteers who had been asked to work in and assess orphanages in what was then “the poorest country in the world.” Since a child born out of wedlock was not accepted in this country, and “no man raises another man’s child,” we were told the orphanages were black holes where babies and children were warehoused.
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My Irish Grandmother was small of stature, with pearly white hair, defined cheek bones and sparkling hazel eyes. She dressed as if expecting someone important to drop by, replete with silk scarf, brooch and white gloves.
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On the day she was born, Evelyn came out fighting. She fought for her first breath, she fought against the blankets that tried to restrain her, and she fought against the medical conditions that threatened to consume her. Evelyn is my second born, today a spitfire of a six year old girl that leaves me astonished, frustrated, and...
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© Joyce Jacobson As a teenager, I wrote in secret, finding it difficult to put my work out there in classes or workshops. If I could not write honestly, I would not write. I was closeted at work, with family, friends and neighbors. But a closet is too dark a place for writing, though from time to time I used a flashlight, or hid my...
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My dad carried me up the narrow winding staircase to my bedroom. I had left home weighing all of ninety pounds, but with this plaster of paris body cast, I was a real load.
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Michelle held an old shoe box on her lap. She clasped it tightly with both hands as if I might, at any moment, leap up and grab it from her. She sat on the edge of a chair next to my bed and eyed me to make sure that I heard her, believed her and obeyed her.
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Dear Nana, They say that vitality in life is a function of participation. I never met someone who was a demonstration of that like you were. Whether tending to your beautiful garden, managing your office, keeping up with your dogs, or going out on one of your shopping outings, I never met a more active person. You always seemed to...
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By MERRILL MARKOE Here’s Something New to Feel Good About Today! Once upon a time, in a town called North Hollywood, there was a 95-pound black dog named Lewis who lived with a woman who only fed him twice a day. Ever since an evil veterinarian cast a spell to make her think he needed to lose a few pounds, the poor dog...
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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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