Rachel Jamison·2 days agoMember-onlyRussia Killed My Friend YesterdayRussia killed my friend yesterday. My last message to him remains undelivered. He will never read it. I became friends with Kane Te Tai after I helped a man from his unit get to his home country after an injury. Kane found me on social media just to say thank…Memoir5 min readMemoir5 min read
Nitin DangwalinThe Memoirist·5 hours agoMember-onlyThe Magic Of When I First Saw YouIt is this memory that I remember the most — You standing on the porch — that’s how I see you whenever I remember you. You standing, wearing a bubble-gum-pink colored t-shirt and short blue jeans, light breeze unfurling the loose strands of your light brown hair, that calm spring smile on your face, and your hazel-colored eyes following me…Memoir3 min readMemoir3 min read
BethKanell·7 hours agoMember-onlyCalifornia, Here We ComePart three of our wedding festivities went smoothly, probably because I hadn’t been to any Jewish weddings! Chuppa (wedding canopy)? We weren’t both Jewish at that point, so there wasn’t a need for that level of ceremony. Party favors? It felt like the ample festive bagels-and-all-the-trimmings meal, Nessa’s four beautiful…Memoir5 min readMemoir5 min read
Debra Groves Harman, MEdinThe Narrative Arc·8 hours agoMember-onlyThe Squatter’s Camp Went on a Looting Spree This WeekThe neighborhood is up in arms, and last night was lit up like Christmas — It’s annoying when I see pissed-off people staring at TV cameras and making the ‘not in my back yard! argument about homeless people. For years, I’ve been an advocate for tiny-house parks for people without a home. …Memoir8 min readMemoir8 min read
Bill OberlanderinWasteland Newsstand·6 hours agoMember-onlyThe Tampon TapeA rural smalltown coming-of-age struggle to raise the cool factor — The year is 1989. This closing period of a tumultuous decade would bear some profound events. A watching world would witness the Chinese government’s brutal crackdown on pro-democracy protestors in Tiananmen Square, and a more successful “Velvet Revolution” in Czechoslovakia would unseat single-party Communist rule. The Exxon Valdez tanker collides…Memoir5 min readMemoir5 min read
Scot Butwell·8 hours agoMember-onlyA Prescription For A Restless HeartHow I overcome the villains in my mind — A few thoughts from my morning pages: Forgive me, Lord, my mind has been far from you. Burned out. Stressed. Depressed. Off course. All should pull me to your grace. Nothing else. I read a couple of Psalms — Psalm 20, 21, and 22 — seeking to hear God’s voice…Memoir3 min readMemoir3 min read
John CormierinPrism & Pen·16 hours agoMember-onlyClosing Jesus Christ Superstar, Meth Found Me AgainSlammed: a Memoir — Chapter 11 Part 4 — We’d reached the Crucifixion. I was center stage, arms outstretched on the cross in nothing but a loincloth. …Memoir7 min readMemoir7 min read
Raul GuerreroinDowntown NEWS·7 hours agoThe Story of the Popular Column Downtown BarsAnd the pretext to recall five years of a somewhat eccentric aspect of a community newspaper. — Local bars are fundamental for cities in more than one way. A study by Oxford University shows the health advantages of frequenting the local bar range from making us happier — humans being what we are, social creatures — to lower blood pressure and boosting the immune system. Where else…Memoir13 min readMemoir13 min read
Geneva Overholser·8 hours agoTo the hills, the compilationRouteburn Track, New Zealand Maybe it’s because our father loved mountains — and hiking — that I do, too. Growing up in a national park probably helped. You can climb Hot Springs Mountain from right behind the Fordyce Bathhouse on Central Avenue. On some Sundays, we’d take the scenic drive…Memoir8 min readMemoir8 min read
Gülya KerimoğluinThe Memoirist·6 hours agoThe Black Sheep, OsmanA dedication to my uncle — Last summer, I spent twenty-four hours in the mountains overlooking Bodrum with Osman. I arrived at the door of the small vila he lives in unannounced. I repeatedly knocked on his door, and like he did with every other visitor, he pretended not to be home, but I could hear…Memoir5 min readMemoir5 min read
