Tag: memoir
member name: Birdie Jaworski
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September 06, 2006 02:46 PM EDT --
My favorite skirt ripped last night as my son, 11, helped me take the clothes off the twisted rope hanging across my backyard. It caught on the rough tin edge of the garden shed as I swung it from line . . .
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October 13, 2006 09:38 PM EDT --
Chelle lives in one of those cream-colored cookie cutter homes at the top of skull hill. The native people named it Calavera, and until the builders dug into the hard scrub dirt, no one knew why. The bulldozers . . .
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September 28, 2006 11:56 PM EDT --
The Church of Scientology constructed an elaborate underground bunker to store the works of L. Ron Hubbard just twenty miles from my home. They cut it in secret, deep into steep sides of a scrub-tiled . . .
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November 27, 2006 12:02 PM EST --
Last Christmas I walked outside to wish my next-door neighbor a loving holiday. I saw him out my living room window standing beneath the twisted pine. Don leaned on the curb as if some invisible force . . .
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December 03, 2006 08:35 PM EST --
I passed twenty-eight of them along the interstate on my way to the airport. Descansos. Resting places. Engraved metal crosses pressed into harsh red clay. Plastic flowers covered in brown highway spit. . . .
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January 16, 2007 08:13 PM EST --
My son, 12, invited six friends to attend his birthday party. I made the invitations, hand-wrote Who, What, When, Where, Why, Pizza and Cake! I added careful script, respondez, s'il vous plait, our . . .
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August 08, 2006 08:33 AM EDT --
A few days ago a woman called me. She found my Avon brochure in a dumpster behind the grocery, she said, it was missing the front cover and smelled like old fish, and she wanted me to visit, give her a . . .
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August 09, 2006 11:26 AM EDT --
I saw The Man six years ago, at a CPR training workshop in downtown San Diego. He laughed when I shook the lung dummy the way they teach you to do.
"Annie, Annie, are you OK?" I shook and said . . .
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August 05, 2006 08:57 AM EDT --
My Avon District Manager keeps emailing his troops with Exciting Promotions. Sell thirty-six bottles of Extraordinary - get six bottles free! Make your Fourth Quarter the Best Ever! Some months he throws . . .
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August 06, 2006 10:32 AM EDT --
At the end of eighth grade, my homeroom teacher marched us into the cafeteria and handed out number two pencils. We sat at long bench tables covered in graffiti scratches and filled in circles on endless . . .
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August 16, 2006 08:13 PM EDT --
My hometown in New England was small. Most of the townspeople worked at the State Hospital, an institution for the mentally handicapped. We lived near the escape siren, and when a patient left the grounds, . . .
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August 24, 2006 10:12 AM EDT --
I woke up remembering a man I met two summers ago on a long road trip out east with my three boys. We snaked through the Blue Ridge Parkway on some foggy weekday morning. The boys slept, all three of them, . . .
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October 06, 2006 10:06 AM EDT --
Sometimes I watch them hover
over my boys' pallet treehouse
clinging to that weak-limbed pine.
I know they see me, dishpan hands
scooping dog crap from holy sod,
my face broken red from men
who never . . .
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October 17, 2006 07:23 PM EDT --
A young Navajo man sits outside the most popular breakfast place in town. Niyol sits cross-legged most mornings as I walk my boys to school, sits with the same ripped jeans, the same black sweatshirt that . . .
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August 04, 2006 08:05 AM EDT --
I had serious Avon Apathy this late summer. Sure, I knocked on doors, left satin smooth brochures and samples of beauty promise on beach cottage porches, under doormats, stuffed behind screen doors, balanced . . .
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August 04, 2006 08:59 AM EDT --
I ran the San Diego Rock and Roll Marathon. I ran it with my newly adult son, 18. I ran it because prom night was the night before and he didn't attend, didn't take a girl, didn't take a boy. . . .
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August 14, 2006 09:06 PM EDT --
The night before last I woke up at two in the morning because my dog was whining and scratching at the wall. Now, my dog is known for her neuroses, but this was new and disturbing behavior. I sat up and . . .
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October 02, 2006 11:41 AM EDT --
Read I Walk the Line first, please!
My mysterious customer ordered eleven bottles of Avon Bug Guard and three fancy Avon Anew skin-care items. I set the bags shotgun, and the contents rattled as I gunned . . .
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June 05, 2007 10:07 AM EDT --
Memoir
Memoir is the group for posting pure memoir pieces - memories, reflections, and narratives of your history, or the history of those in your family. Poetry is accepted if it is reflective and narrative . . .
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August 02, 2006 07:38 PM EDT --
I'm not a Believer, at least not the kind that attends church and casts silver hopes to the heavens. I ran away from home the day after I turned sweet sixteen. I tossed my rosary beads out a bus window . . .
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