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I grew up in a large Italian family in Philly. My grandfather owned a local soda distributorship. All the grandchildren worked in the business from the time we could load and unload trucks and sweep up. My dad played guitar, my mom cooked meals in our large

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Saying goodbye: 1 of 51
BAY POINT They drove silently, for hours, with the sound of the radio on low. She was exhausted and depressed. He was, as always, full of understanding. The night air felt pleasant, blowing through the small crack in the window he'd opened on the driver's side. She stared out the window. She noticed a deer lying on the side ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hands: 1 of 41
Measuring just five inches from wrist to fingertip, A hand is so mighty as we watch it grip. Whether Rembrandt painting a portrait of self, Or the maid as she dusts objects high on a shelf. It can be the hand of Oppenheimer in a lab using glass jars, Or Kepler adjusting his tools to see great stars. The teacher uses chalk to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love does not die: 12 of 312
Ever so gently, time passes.Oh, so softly, he glances.Slow and easy she sways, moving gracefully,Smoothly flowing . . . she dances.She has taken his heart into her soul.Their lives entwined forever more.The dancer and the painter are together.Gliding across the living room floor.They've been a unit for fifty years.Having seen... More..
Relationships & Family > Dating Psychology Being complete as a woman without a man: 2 of 50
After years of being married and raising children, I found myself alone in my forties. I loved my husband more than any woman could ever love her husband. And he loved me. We had a good life. But I was happy, content, had a good job and several close friends before I met him. I felt satisfied and had joy in my life before, du... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy: 7 of 168
She rises early to feed the girls,Then combs their hair with little curls.He sips the coffee and prepares to go.A quick kiss he gives . . . she's all aglow.She cleans up the dishes in the sink.Then makes the girl's beds . . . in a room all pink.She washes clothes, puts them away when done,The pets are fed, the vacuum run.They... More..
Relationships & Family > Friendship Advice What is friendship?: 5 of 108
True friendship is a precious gift. Your friend will provide the most understanding, loyal, trustworthy, helpful relationship this world could offer. This can be a family member, neighbor, co-worker or childhood comrade.Just as a young mother will let go of the protective, supportive hand of her young child as he takes his fi... More..
Relationships & Family > Break-Ups & Exes The fate of broken hearts: 1 of 17
It was a sunny day outside of the old row home in Philadelphia as the cars had gathered after the funeral. Several people brought cakes and side dishes. The family had ordered trays of food from the supermarket. All the cousins had flown in, and the small house was packed. "Your grandfather was a good man," the old gentleman... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: You're still there: 2 of 30
She let him come in. He sat on her chair. She cautiously spoke, afraid to share. He took her hand. She began to weep. He comforted her. He helped her sleep. He held her emotions. He touched her heart. He sat so still, not wanting to part. "Trust me completely, and give me your time". She did, but he treated her so unkind. ... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essay: when your pet saved your life: 1 of 15
Several years ago, I found a stray kitten at my daughter's restaurant on New Year's Eve. She was so cute and tiny. It was cold and raining, and I could not bring myself to leave her there. So, I took the little Calico home with me. I named her Murphy, and she has been my companion ever since. Her unique way of meowing in th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I hear you: 10 of 142
So gently he kisses her cheekSo softly, he leaves . . . no need to speak.He arrives at the work site, eager to start.At noon the love note in his lunch box touches his heart.She prepares the dinner, sets the table for two,Puts fresh flowers in a vase, for his view.He washes for dinner and puts on a clean shirt.She fixes her h... More..