memories
September 13, 2009
- For so long now, I have attempted to put this book into the hands of a literary agent. I wish so much that they'd read more than just the first chapter or even the first five chapters. Anyway, you'll see me mention it many times in discussions, so here it is,,,,Chapter 1: Troubled Memories By: Raymond MalletteChapter one It was just another quiet day in a small ...
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September 8, 2009
- Want stain-free rugs? Shall I delete that mail? On second thought, it connects me to visions submerged beneath a deep pile carpet.When I was a child we had a strange-looking carpet in the living room. The camel-coloured background had geometrical splashes all around. We may have spilled a lot of things on it – peanuts, cashews, sherbet, milk -- as cushions came tumbling down.I spent many an ...
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September 3, 2009
- “Ma’am we cannot see, but we can hear.” His words hit me. The mike was too loud, the room too small. I was to teach a group of visually-impaired students language skills at the National Association for the Blind. I had never taught anyone before. These were graduates and post-graduates. There was one spunky guy who wanted to know about my qualifications. I hesitated. Between vanity and ...
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September 2, 2009
- To say that I remember high school is a bit of an understatement. I loved school. I was the best in my year at Biology and I was Music Captain in senior year. Oh yeah, I was the awesome back then.But what struck me as odd was the difference between my year and the little twerps who got in at Year Eight when we were on the way out.Let me explain...When I started high school, the Year Twelves were ...
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August 14, 2009
- I can hear the drums. A bunch of young people will form a human pyramid and break a clay pot filled with curd and lots of money. Gods don’t come cheap anymore. The stakes are up. Because devotees are full of greed.Today is Janmashtmi, the birth of Lord Krishna. As a young boy he survived attempts to kill him because of divine intervention. He was like most boys and was raised by a cowherd and ...
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August 2, 2009
- The beginning of our lives seems to condense like bouillon into cubes. It's small, short time and yet it's resonate and heavy with flavor. No matter where we go and despite hours and perhaps years of therapy, we can easily slip into that soupy past.It all seems so long ago, and yet as I told my former classmates last night, "When our minds go, we will be back with each other again. ...
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July 24, 2009
- I struggle to organize my pictures and scrapbooking. I want to give my children a book of memories when they are older. Dcumenting what they do makes me happy and provides a hobby and outlet for me. I know I can't document it all, but I want to write down, record, or photograph most of it. I write what they say, watch, eat, see, do.All of this is pretty silly. By trying to hold onto all of their ...
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July 22, 2009
- One floor below our flat in Mumbai, an Iranian revolution was taking place. As I flashback to those years, I clearly recall the face of the woman. She was plump and beautiful, a Madhubala (famous Indian actress known for her looks) on steroids. I do not remember her name, but I distinctly recall that she seemed to be forever in the balcony. She lived with her parents and brother, Mohammed, a ...
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July 19, 2009
- Our family once had a tent that reminded me of those seen in a circus. My Dad found and claimed it at a flea market. We groaned when we saw it and asked, “What were you thinking?” He grinned and said, “It was a great deal and we can invite the relatives!” Invite them we did. Grandmothers. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. If memory serves me correctly it could sleep forty. We might of had that ...
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July 16, 2009
- There were times in my scribbling life when I felt completely useless. All those quotes would stare at me, mock at me. Did it matter that I carried the thoughts of those I had written about with me? Would that change anything?I tried getting more involved beyond the call of my job, but how many would benefit? What happened to the beggars I had sat with – were they not back to their places with ...
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