He would often wake us up in the middle of the night. He needed a check-in….an assurance that we were still there and that all was right with the world. He and I became fast friends. He was my constant companion. Not underfoot but always present. Keeping an eye on me. When ...
And over the years, we have made plans, cried where no one could hear, sang, whether or not someone could hear, had phantom conversations with ourselves, and dreamed dreams. Sometimes a scent can snap me back like a rubber band and depending on the age I can remember what dial soap ...
You still wrapped your babies the same way, sang them the same songs, rubbed the same salve on their gums for teething issues, etc, even if you were doing it while running away from fire or flood. Then the 20th century. Boy, howdy! Innovation came fast and furious. People born ...
On Friday nights there were what were called ‘sessions’ at the Lemon Squeezer in Victory Park. A band called The Staccatos sang ‘Cry to me’ and the Peanut Butter Conspiracy closed the evening with ‘In the Midnight Hour.” Eventually my mother gave up trying to stop me listening to p...
Our cantor began the song with “We Shall Overcome.” I sang along here at home. So far, our rabbi, a local imam, another member of the interfaith council, our cantor, and several other people have spoken. There has been music and song and a defiant refusal to let this stop us and...
She also sang many modern Bengali songs, both in the film and non-film genre. Birthplace: Bangladesh, Faridpur District William Foulke Dec. at 42 (1874-1916) William Henry "Fatty" Foulke (12 April 1874 – 1 May 1916; sometimes spelled Foulk, Foulkes) was a professional cricketer and ...
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With “mister population control” Gates heavily invested in these vaccines, a conspiracy theorist like me wonders whether there is an ulterior motive to this mass vaccination assault for a flu with a 99.7% survival rate. Does the vaccine increase my odds of survival to 99.8% and at what cost...
“the shadows that melt the flesh”. Moffat once again conjures up a mind-bending plot which jumps from a 51stCentury and a strange dream world which Donna gets sucked into. It was this surreal Bunuelian nightmare place which stayed with me as Donna gets married, has children and then ...
being a medium forced to watch the dead play out their last moments on a loop or being at the mercy of racist teachers as one of the few Black students at St. Clair Prep. Both are a living nightmare he wishes he could wake up from. But things at St. Clair start looking up with ...