Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman Author: Elizabeth Buchan Bel Canto Author: Ann Patchett    Long Quiet Highway : Waking Up in America ...

. Dad's habit patting his bald head Mom rubbing her sore leg How straight is his profile from nose to chin... that "stif...

Insomnia til 3 AM. Awake at 6. Wow! I got three straight hours. Kitty brings his mousie. I throw. He chases and returns with his prize, over...

. My mother always said my sister Satsu was like wood; as rooted to the earth as a sakura tree. But she told me I was like water. Wat...

From Memories of a Geisha~~~ At the temple, there is a poem called "Loss", carved into the stone. It has three words...but the...

In college, my professor invited us all to his house for a barbecue, and swim. Our families were invited, too. We were thoroughly enjoying o...

"For a writer, life is always too short to write. I will just try my best during what remains of my life."  ~~~ Cao Yu 1910 - 19...

She never measured so do what you like! My Grandmother used to boil the potatoes whole and cut them after cooking. And I remember Mom doin...

Perhaps there is nothing supernatural about death. Perhaps there is. Some believe that when it is over, it is over. The body dies, there ...

One Step at a Time by Lenor Madruga Chappel Lenor's story of living through extremely frightening circumstances is truly mouth droppi...

Sixty five years ago in the darkness I became aware of a soft tangerine light mesmerizing, an increasing warmth seeping around me bec...

"We are more than what we do, much more than what we accomplish, far more than what we possess." ~~~ William Arthur Ward   Grac...

I've noticed that even with those who have round the clock family members to sit with the dying, it occasionally occurs that the person ...

I started to cry while driving. I had no idea why. It wasn't just that sense of tears starting to spring that you can hold back with a t...

I found my Dad’s stubbornness particularly irksome one Friday night after partying with friends until the wee hours. Because of the bitter...