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NonFiction

Raising Children

  Even as a psychologist, my logical side, and emotional side are often at odds with (or even at war with) each other. It’s probably a result of being forced into a state of extreme survivalism as a child. I used my… Continue Reading →

'This Side of Life' and the Spirit of Christmas

Christmas means something different to each of us. This is for all of you missing loved ones this holiday season. 💔 This is my family’s Christmas story. I’m not ‘showcasing sadness here. It’s a new beginning. In an editorial column I wrote years ago,… Continue Reading →

La Saga de las Grietas

  ¿Parece doloroso? Es. Estuve enfermo por semanas. Después de salir de ese abismo, recuperé la confianza. Demasiado, yo diría. ¿Recuerdas esa sensación gloriosa que obtienes cuando la penumbra de la enfermedad abandona tu cuerpo? Lo recuerdo, pero ya no… Continue Reading →

Istiak एक गुर्दा की जरूरत है

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    क्या यह मुस्कुराते हुए चेहरे याद है? मैंने अपनी पोस्ट में इस्तिक के बारे में लिखा: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/   बार-बार, मैं सुविधा स्टोर में जाता हूं, और काउंटर के पीछे एक स्कॉलिंग इस्तिका होगा। मैं तड़के और मुस्कुराया, और… Continue Reading →

Tears in My Heart

I try to deal with issues that can touch all of us at some time or another. Here is one of mine that I’m sure others have dealt with I dance between self-preservation and helping a loved one. Of course,… Continue Reading →

Istiak necesita un riñón

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Istiak necesita un riñón. ¿Recuerdas esta cara sonriente? Escribí sobre Istiak en mi publicación: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/ A menudo, iba a la tienda de conveniencia, y había un Istiak frunciendo el ceño detrás del mostrador. Yo engatusé y sonreí, y finalmente encontré ese… Continue Reading →

Istiak Needs a Kidney

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Do you remember this smiling face? I wrote about Istiak in my post: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/. Oftentimes, I would go into the convenience store, and there would be a scowling Istiak behind the counter. I cajoled and smiled, and finally found that smiling Istiak so prominently depicted in these pictures…. Continue Reading →

Salem is the Halloween Capital of the World

Okay—so I live in Salem, Massachusetts. Rule of Thumb for residents is you don’t go outside for the entire month of October if you can help it. But I did so today. October in Salem is a holiday worth experiencing. I… Continue Reading →

There was an Old Woman Named Sarah

I remember Sarah. I find it hard to stay in the now with my writing. Now is weaving down the hall like a drunk—plunking away at the keyboard with two fingers. But I remember Sarah. She was my best friend’s… Continue Reading →

The Saga of the Damned Tree

  Iron Tree Service is a local company, tasked with providing service throughout the area—that’s the east coast of Massachusetts. They came to my rescue as a result of the circumstances outlined in my story, Adieu, Dear Tree. My neighbors were up… Continue Reading →