SamuelM
As I walked into the house, rather late, I detected the smell of a recently extinguished candle.
As I walked into the house, rather late, I detected the smell of a recently extinguished candle.
It never fails to make me smile every time I remember us stealing that man's metal detector so we could search for buried "treasure" on the beach.
I was shocked to discover that my fondest childhood memory was actually a scene from an old movie.
While out to lunch with a roommate I hadn't seen in 27 years, she mentioned between bites of her chicken salad sandwich that her first memory at age 3 was watching her mother try to commit suicide by setting herself on fire.
I still cry every time I think about the racoon lying in the middle of the road that turned his head to look at me as I passed in my car.
That at fourteen she's still afraid of thunderstorms is sad, but the reason why is sadder.
I stumbled upon a DVD of yours in our collection and put it aside to give back, only to find out moments later that you were dead.
It was only appropriate that the one day that I, the most gullible student in the fourth grade at the time, did not believe a ridiculous story that someone told me was that day in September when the world changed forever.
She often cries while watching him sleep, hands clasped on his chest, reminding her again of his sister's tiny corpse.
I remember distinctly the last time my daddy told me he was proud of me, because I think that's the last time I'm ever going to hear it.
I am going to look at this in a week when its posted and not realize I wrote it.
Sitting at my desk I think of the days before the minivan and can almost smell the beer drenched microphone.
I will never live in a world as bright and beautiful and alive as I did when I was six.
I'm committed to making lemonade, but I often wish I could pinpoint the moment when I settled for lemons.
It's been so long that I don't even look down your street anymore.
The snow fell of the roof with a heavy thud, just like my poor Uncle Martin did a few winters prior.
One week after her accident, I saw her again; she didn't recognize me, but I knew she remembered what I'd done for her.
When I was 2 years old, I nearly burst into tears because Minnie Mouse's house was plastic.
Sometimes I forget names, but that day my failing memory made me see him as a complete stranger, and he never forgave me.
She embraced me with the warmth of her skin, the wine on her breath and the smile on her lips and I felt absolutely nothing.