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Mary waits at the foot of the stairs. She means to go up the stairs and back to bed but feels too exhausted to make the climb.
By Scott HewittMay 1989We’re in the check-out line and I’m putting the groceries on the counter. This is the hardest part of shopping with a two-year-old.
By Richard HoffmanFebruary 1989October 1988Conclusions arrived at through reasoning have very little or no influence in altering the course of our lives.
Carlos Castaneda
The Fire from Within
Phillip Fanno was playing with his food. He gave his pork chop a mashed potato beard and moustache, a julienned-carrot nose and mouth, and, not finding suitable eyes on his plate, cast about the table for them.
By Kay Levine SpencerSeptember 1988Because I had found it hard to attend to anything less interesting than my thoughts, I was difficult to teach.
William Butler Yeats,
Reveries over Childhood and Youth (1916)
I’ve warned Mama not to tell her story today. Mama has a visitor, a Mrs. Thompson from her Sunday School class. First Baptist believes in staying in touch.
By Candace PerryJuly 1988Adopting, reconnecting with an old friend, being AWOL in peacetime
By Our ReadersJune 1988We were poor and could not afford for her the soil of easy growth. I was a young mother, I was a distracted mother. There were the other children pushing up, demanding.
By Tillie OlsenMay 1988Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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