Stories tagged childhood

Birds of Prayer 8. The Miracle of Flight

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I envied the wings Thumbelina strapped on her back at the end of the story, so she could from that day forward rescue herself. I promised myself to add an impossibly flying chicken to my wall in the morning.

Iraq Insomnia

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I'm too exhausted to fight them in the middle of the night and I mean them because the dog starts to growl if I try to remove Evan back to his bed from there. They have formed an enemy pack.


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Whenever my mother’s will-to-live wavered and her hand reached out for the electric fence, my ash would whisper, “Live, live.”

Voices From a Playground

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"Eye contact is essential as it shows confidence. I walk with purpose and hope that my skirt isn’t too short. "

Catechism for Good Little Jewish Girls

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“Just because I am not Jewish doesn’t mean I haven’t suffered,” she said. But she walked to the root cellar to get the girl.

Rin-Tin-Tin, Sleeping Beauty, and the Guardian Angels of Childhood

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So I needed something more than just the prayers. Something a little extra, and very American, because America was an ocean away from the evil followers of that bad man Hitler.

Catechism for Good Little Jewish Girls

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"Just because I am not Jewish doesn't mean I haven't suffered," she said.


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And there were the petroleum processing plants on the edge of town, along the New Jersey Turnpike. Sometimes, on summer nights, the air was so heavy with stench it hurt my throat to breathe.


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It is four A.M. Why are we cooking? Because farm work, housework, cooking, commuting to factory work take place round the clock to keep the tiny farm going, the farm that replaced the lives lost Over There.

The Diary of Anne Frank's Daughter 4. Psychotherapy, God and Me

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The therapist started to seem increasingly far away, his head a tiny potato head, across the ignorant universe of his dustless desk that seemed to get bigger and bigger as the session progressed, like something out of Alice in Wonderland.

The Diary of Anne Frank's Daughter 5. Arbeit Macht Frei

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“If I didn’t keep busy I’d go crazy,” said my father repeatedly. “The problem with you is that you think too much.” I much later learned that this was Primo Levi’s secret to surviving the camps: “Don’t think.”

The Diary of Anne Frank's Daughter 6. The Tortured Nazi

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It's like all my fears and desire for revenge get funneled into this tortured Nazi soldier so I can get some sleep. I always fall asleep before he dies.

They Laugh When You Cry

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The sudden sound of old night tires crunching sand, closer, louder, made her jump. The car’s engine bumped and banged like a wild caged bird, then sputtered out just beyond the kitchen window.

Queen For a Day

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I. People were terrified by the epidemic and Mama tried to protect me by keeping me inside. I spent that long, hot summer watching television in our darkened living room. I wore my cowboy shirt and toy gun in anticipation of The Cisco Kid, Sky King and The Lone Ranger,…


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he would start slapping my bare rear end exposed by wearing shorts with his open hand, harder and harder, ten, twenty, thirty times, saying "You think this is funny? I'll show you funny. You still think this is funny?" until I was screaming and sobbing.