submitted by Colleen Clark, Ashfield, MA
I was a simple child once. I lived in a house.
When I was 11 I sat on a toilet at my Grammar School. I investigated the smell of dried blood in a paper lined receptacle.
I didn’t understand as I didn’t belong, not yet. Read more »
submitted by Sahag Gureghian, Los Angeles, CA
When I was little, I wanted to be Cinderella, smiling every time my tiny fingers skimmed over the yellowed pages of my favorite book. It was torn and aging but I kept it under my pillow and felt safe knowing it was there. My mother would come into my bedroom every night and read it to me before bed. As her calming voice acted out the story I knew so well, the enchantment of overcoming struggle lingered inside my ignorant brain since I didn’t know any better.
When I got older, my mother stopped her nightly visits and started drinking. My father gambled our money away and instead, he was the one who snuck into my bedroom while my mother passed out on the couch. Every night, just as I was about to drift to sleep, he would approach and kiss me roughly on the mouth. I would try to pull away, but he’d grab my arm and kiss me harder. As I’d struggle to break free, I wondered when my fairy Godmother would come and rescue me.
“Be a good girl and give daddy what he wants,” he’d say and I remember wishing he wasn’t my daddy. Read more »
submitted by Connie Craig, Van Nuys, CA
I’ve seen a few bird fights in my time: males fighting over females, a group of males encouraging male fighters, a mockingbird chasing a crow, crows chasing a hawk, etc. I had never seen a male and female fight before those two sparrows. As I stood on a sidewalk in Los Angeles @ 12 years ago, the two birds flew near, spinning in circles appearing to be locked at the feet. At first I was concerned for the female sparrow, that she might be hurt. However, after the male took off and came back and dive-bombed her with a body slam from above…She did the same to him. She gave as good as she got! The last I saw of the couple of birds, they were still fighting. Neither one gave an inch. I wasn’t worried about the female, any more.
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