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StoryBlue shoe108 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Words Will Not Be Tamed Lem18 years 4 months ago
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74818 years 5 months ago
StoryNothing Ever Really Happens fatboy74328 years 5 months ago
StoryA Letter To Remember airyfairy338 years 5 months ago
StoryDogs london_calling79218 years 5 months ago
StoryA perfect day KiriKit128 years 6 months ago
StoryNow We Are Sick Ewan48 years 6 months ago
StoryCOUNTRY ESTATE (LONDON) Linda Wigzell Cress88 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Picture Ranch 3 Ewan148 years 6 months ago
StoryYou, me and Woody Guthrie Parson Thru258 years 6 months ago
StoryDad was "Old School" jolono218 years 6 months ago
StoryMadeline Farish with Vocals hudsonmoon38 years 6 months ago
StoryHeatwave Ewan118 years 6 months ago
StoryKuini Takes a Break Philip Sidney108 years 6 months ago
StoryAlmost on Vacation Blues hudsonmoon118 years 7 months ago
StoryHate Thy Neighbour – Racism In The 1970s Truth42188 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Other Life is Philip Sidney548 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Scrambled Detective - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon118 years 8 months ago
StoryGrimms5 celticman198 years 9 months ago
StoryCold Call Philip Sidney148 years 9 months ago
StorySunday in the Park with Craven hudsonmoon108 years 10 months ago
StoryA Universe between Twilights maudsy28 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Restructure Roundel airyfairy238 years 11 months ago
StoryLooking For the Goodness in All Things - Part Two of Three hudsonmoon68 years 11 months ago

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A Queen's Story

What’s troubles me while writing these memory pieces is why my family moved around so much. In 1966 we left Manhattan for good, moving to an...
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Graduation Day

Elmhurst, Queens, Winter 1968 I was sitting in a front row balcony seat with my feet up on the railing; smoking a cigarette. Kool extra longs. It’s...
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My Cat Never Sang for My Father

Flushing, Queens, Fall 1966 I heard my father’s footsteps as he made his way up the stairs. “What are you doing to that cat?” he shouted. We didn’t...
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The Beatles and Me

The Beatles landed at JFK international airport on February 7, 1964. It was a Friday. Had I been living under different circumstances — ten years...
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Street Kid 1964

I was in a choke-hold, getting my face pulverized, when I saw my dad turn the corner and look. I was secretly relieved. Dad to the rescue. He’d break...

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