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When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not; but I am getting old, and soon I shall remember only the latter. (Mark Twain)
“The pain of being alone is completely out of this world isn’t it? I don’t know why but I understand your feelings so much it actually hurts.”–Masashi Kishimoto “When I was young my father used to say, “not everyone who is nice to your face has your best interest at heart....
We don’t know much yet but I’ll report in when we do. I’m not hopeful since I’ve endured this before, only to have it fail. Having gone through the whole process at Shady Grove and finding it 1000 times better, more professional and easier than the other stimulated IVF we did,...
One morning, the boy woke up and remembered the stone. He stood on his bed, pajamas loose around his hips, his feet bare and cold. Reaching up, he took the stone in his hand and sat back on his bed. Crossing his legs, he rubbed the stone between his fingers, marveling at its per...
woke up today, feeling the way I always do But that was before I went to the Hippodrome in Birmingham to see the touring production ofHairspray. I have always been a fan, right from when I saw the originalJohn Watersmovie starringRikki Lakeand the lateDivine. ...
Roxanne:“That was the one that really changed it. I remember it was sort of like a bossa nova (mimics beat while singing lyrics). We agreed we’d have to rock it up. We had to make it harder. And how about this guys? ‘Move the whole beat one beat to the left, like backwards...
At the beginning of my dream I recalled that I was shoveling snow around our new home, but then the sun came out and a lot melted. At the end of the dream, close to when I woke up, Mom and I were going to run errands together. However, at that moment we were walking together,...
I can still remember the first day when I met my best friend. I hid behind my mother and she hid behind her grandmother, 1 to look at each other. But we soon lost the 2 and started playing with each other. In the 7th grade, I first lost touch with he
It wasn’t always like this of course. After a classic and comfortable post-war upbringing in a family that loved books and theatre, we both started out like so many of our generation seeking adventures in rock and roll. I wrote about it and Simon lived it. He toured the UK and Europe...