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Sharing the NarrativeMY SIDE OF THE STORY…I’ve been duped! How could she do this to me? She’s totally taken advantage of my generous nature. It started with an urgent request and lots of tears. “I’m trying so hard. It’s brutal, working and going to night school to get my Masters. Could you front me some money so I can get some food? I only have enough for rent!”I complied. My mother had paid most of my tuition for university. My friend, on the other hand, had never had that support. I wanted to be her benefactor, and if I didn’t help, w...
Weekly Contest #104
From Extrovert to Introvert Back in the sixties, at the age of seventeen, I defiantly left home and shared an apartment with two roommates. I wanted to be out there, living the good life, getting in on all the action. Mannie was a party girl, loud, exuberant, fiery and fun. Roger was a flamboyant gay guy from Trinidad. He had a flair for dancing and drew enthusiastic audiences to our downtown hangout, the Blue Note, where we grooved to Motown and Soul music. The Blue Note closed down, and we were bereft without our weekend social outl...
Weekly Contest #103
Do You Believe? Arriving early for a group therapy appointment in a beautiful home on Lake Promenade, I park my car and decide to meander across a grassy patch to the water’s edge. The early evening sun caresses my shoulders as I gaze at the distant sailboats bobbing up and down on Lake Ontario. Gentle waves kiss shoreline rocks. My grief is validated, soothed, its weight somewhat lightened by a soaring seagull. Oh, how I miss my Peter. He is absent, stolen by prostate cance...
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