Reflections: Memories 89 Articles

by Tiffany England

As my palm begins to sweat with the intensity and apprehension of the pen, I can not seem to write anything of value. I become increasingly more determined to get something out on this piece of paper laid out before me. Be...read more

by Dorisa

Grandma Lawrence lived through two world wars and the Great Depression. She reared seven children without running water or electricity and faced every adversity with optimism and good will. She also survived skin cancer a...read more

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by Parul Sharma

It is said that memories remain with us forever. We may live a thousand lives, we may change a million places, and we may meet thousands of faces. But certain things are like shadows in the pool of life that shimmers. Thro...read more

by Krishna Dipnarine

Forever Lost, Forever Remembered: September 11, 2001 The bells ring out their mournful cadence on the eleventh day of the eleventh month.Time stood stagnant as the baby sat crying, waiting for his mother to come home to...read more

by slim'n'none

Ah memories. Those tiny packets of sight, sound, smell , taste, touch, and emotion that we tuck away in our minds to be brought out later. They are filed away under such categories as happiness, sadness, triumph, joy, pa...read more

by Leslie Lewis

When campus riots began at the University of California-Santa Barbara in Isla Vista in 1969, authorities hadn't yet managed to clean up the coagulated black clumps of tar that still riddled this college town's blonde beach...read more

by Julie Gawain

My memories aren't fluid, narrative, or story-like at all. They're flashes of scent, color, and sound. It's a strange crack in the sidewalk, the simple smells half-forgotten from childhood, and like a computer searching ...read more

by Juliette Vincent

I remember the little things that mean so much to me. Like how one person once called me by my middle name. Told me that it was special to him to call me Marie and that he would use it on special occasions. He never called...read more

by Ellen Williamson

The once stately mansion now in ruins, was covered with cobwebs. She was a symbol of a forlorn bride who, abandoned at the altar, refused to remove her veil. Accessible only by scaling the stone wall overgrown by moss and ...read more

by Martin Jacobs

Summertime! The very word conjures up thoughts of lemonade, watermelons, baseball games and picnics. It evokes memories of swimming holes and long evenings spent beside campfires and longer days spent doing nothing. It mea...read more

by Ruth Macgill

In Memoriam - The Sinking of the USS Indianapolis On this 63rd Memorial Day since the sinking of the USS Indianapolis on 30 July 1945 we should remember the sacrifice and horror endured by the men who died. It was only...read more

by JP Menzel

I Am From I am from snow-coated Christmas', chilly tulip Springs, warm Indian Summers and golden-leaf Octobers. From bowls of sugar coated cereal and Flintstones Vitamins during the week and donuts on Sunday mornings b...read more

by Yolandi Booyens

I could have told you back then. I could have reached out, and whispered it into you ear. You would have held me tight and whispered eternal love and happiness back to me. Happiness for me. But what about you? It is stra...read more

by Grace Mirchandani

It was cold. I was wet from my knees to my toes. I was an awkward four-year-old girl trying desperately to keep pace with my older brother Josh, who at eight was stronger and tougher than any other kid I had ever known. T...read more

by Erin Sheffield

I have found that as I get older I have been thinking more. Sometimes this is productive and other times it leads me on a walk down memory lane that accomplishes nothing. I have found myself thinking lately about how I mis...read more

by Chinmay Gupta

For some people tradition begins at home - a special dinner with loved ones, a precious gift by someone special, a fun gathering; for others, tradition manifests itself in different ways - like a trip to the nearest Movie ...read more

by Rodrigo

I. The brittle paint crumbled beneath the palm of my hand. I closed my eyes, feeling something in it, something powerful. I could feel the energy of this old wooden door. I tried to imagine what was inside. I saw f...read more

by Mitch Marcus

1 All of us are in the gutter, some of us are looking up at the stars. Oscar Wilde, Lady Windemere's Fan August 20, 1961: Nothing of consequential note took place on this date. No g...read more

by Bob Taylor

When I was a boy, there was a nice little stream that gurgled its way across the pasture, as it meandered through our farm. It was really an open drain, into which emptied the field tiles of several nearby farms, but the ...read more

by Stephanie Juliano

It was toward evening when I went to the barn. Sasc stood there in her happy daze as always. She usually knew when we were going out though so her happiness was amplified. She paw her hoof at the ground in an impatient fr...read more