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By Donald Dewey, on February 20th, 2010 171 views  When does it dawn on you that you want to play the piano? When your mother keeps dragging you off to see her best friend, Dame Myra Hess? When the toy piano you got for your fourth birthday is the only thing you managed to save from the earthquake? Or is it when you pass a musical instruments store, suddenly begin trembling, go inside, sit down at the first bench, and, without knowing how, spin off what the astounded salesman identifies as Bach’s Chromatic Fantasy and
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By Norah Piehl, on February 17th, 2010 214 views  I shouldn’t be out here. I should be back at the house, packing my things, like I said. He’d hate this. Told me once that reading each other’s e-mail would be a bigger violation of trust than sleeping around. Also said he despised ultimatums, but I gave him one anyway. Either come home, fit yourself back into our real life or it’s time for me to
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By Zach Kessler, on January 30th, 2010 302 views  I know this whole situation is all very difficult (perhaps for you more than anyone), but I don’t think it’s fair that you hold my talent as a singer against me. Nor does it make sense. You see talent everywhere. “Jerry’s a wonderful golfer. Tina’s a wizard with numbers and Taylor makes very sound investments,” you have said many times. So why do you deny me? You remember the poems I showed to you some months ago. My tremulous fingers as I handed over those crumpled, sweat-damp pages? How my eyes darted everywhere but into yours as I ached for some flicker of your approval?
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By Allie Marini, on January 27th, 2010 543 views  At sixteen, Manic Panic, punk music, and the Psycho
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By Elizabeth Madden-Zibman, on December 16th, 2009 534 views  Only weeks after my adoption had been finalized, I was whisked to the first day of first grade with a new first name – along with the new last one. The Catholic school in which I was enrolled recognized only the names of saints. This obliterated the only first name I’d ever known, “Honey,” and bumped up to first-name status my middle name, Elizabeth (Hebrew for “consecrated to
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By Louis E. Bourgeois, on December 9th, 2009 342 views
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By William Orem, on November 3rd, 2009 263 views  Yeah, I’m in this band. Wilde at Heart. It’s this whole David Lynch / Oscar Wilde thing. Either you get it or you don’t.
The name is mine; in the sense that I made it up. More than that: I dreamed it. I fashioned it out of my creative consciousness. I’m a bass player. I play the
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By the editors, on June 30th, 2009 135 views ![Golden_Brown[1]](http://shakinglikeamountain.com/shaking/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Golden_Brown1-150x150.jpg "Golden_Brown[1]") Where did we get the name you ask? From our Da. Ma says he used to be a punk, she was a punk too, but only ‘cause Da was one. Not a punk like in the cop programmes on telly, where they call robbers and muggers “good for nothin’ punks.” No, a Punk Rocker. Ma said punks listened to punk music and used to wear torn clothes and had safety pins jammed in their ears and called themselves names like Rat and Flea and Scabs. The more disgusting the name the better, Ma
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