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Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Minding The Equipment

    It is interesting enough, you might suppose, that a man goes out every winter, in the very worst of the Northwest weather, and lives out there alone for months at a time, all to take care of someone else’s heavy equipment.

    By Jaimes AlsopAugust 1991
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    The White Man’s Vision-Quest Journal

    It was dark by the time we got to camp. I felt as though I were entering another time zone. There were campfires and tepees set up. (Just as you had envisioned, Sarah, when you predicted that I would be traveling to Dakota!)

    By Gloria DycAugust 1991
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Big Ideas

    For a long time the whole idea of God is bewildering to a little girl, but in a dreamy and faraway fashion, you know him. Like the moon and the stars across the night’s long distance, you love and fear him.

    By Dana BranscumAugust 1991
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    Of The Brave

    Bob’s friend Ken was supposed to meet him at the Internationalist around nine that very night. But when Ken opened the creaky screen door, he found Bob sprawled on the floor, bleeding and unconscious. He’d been shot in the head. Ken called for an ambulance and the police, and Bob was rushed to the hospital, but he never regained consciousness. He died the following day.

    By Sy SafranskyJuly 1991
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    A Slightly Burning Bush

    A personal visit from God could turn my life around. Then it wouldn’t matter that I was terrible at dodge ball, that I wore homemade dresses, that I didn’t have a Captain Midnight lunch box, that I had the lowest cookie-sales record in the Brownies. They’d point at me on the playground. That’s Ashley. God came to see her. Yeah. She told us all about it at show and tell.​

    By Ashley WalkerJuly 1991
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    Celebrating A Massacre

    U.S. bomber pilots destroyed or incapacitated eighteen of Iraq’s twenty electrical power plants. The link between that and children dying today was explained by the Harvard team: “Without electricity, water cannot be purified, sewage cannot be treated, waterborne diseases flourish, and hospitals cannot cure treatable illnesses.”

    By Colman McCarthyJuly 1991
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Confessions Of A Catholic Girl

    We were seven years old. The Church believed we had reached the age of reason. I believed that when the priest placed the first holy wafer on my tongue, if I didn’t swallow it, if I could keep it from melting in my mouth, then when I stepped outside the church I would rise into the sky.

    By Isabella Russell-IdesJuly 1991
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    Living Through A Spiritual Emergency

    Should I start with the apparent beginning, with that frozen January night when I felt suddenly dizzy and lightheaded, when my lungs tightened and my heart spasmed, when the malaria-like tremors began?

    By Linda WirtanenJune 1991
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    The Perils Of Self-Realization

    A harmonious inner awakening is characterized by a sense of mental illumination that brings insight into the meaning and purpose of life; it dispels doubts, offers the solution to many problems, and gives an inner source of security.

    By Roberto AssagioliJune 1991
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    Quaking

    The landfill under the office where I work holds the decomposed bones of old ships and piers, derelicts not worth repairing, sunk in the harbor. Our building has piles sunk straight down to bedrock, supposed to keep us standing when the ground all around quivers and liquefies.

    By Andrea ReshemJune 1991
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