Stories from My Memory-Shelf

Stories from My Memory-Shelf

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From the author of On Hearing of My Mother's Death Six Years After It Happened: A Daughter's Memoir of Mental Illness, Stories from My Memory-Shelf is the story of my life told in short fiction and essays. Features author commentary on the real-life events that inspired the stories. a€œGirl in Pink, Seeing Reda€ Never mess with a little girla€™s best friend a€“ even if she is dressed all in pink. a€œTwo Fathersa€ a€œHe is clasping my hand and leading me down the street to the local bar; propping me up on a barstool so all his friends can see, can joke with me and about me while I twirl about on the red vinyl, tall and proud to be out with Daddy.a€ a€œYellow Wagona€ A young girl walks to school alone a€“ is she being stalked? a€œThe Second Gradea€ Because everythinga€™s a first when youa€™re in the second grade. a€œTwilighta€ a€œShe was strong, she was beautiful, she was graceful. Even if it was only in twilight that it showed.a€ a€œPast and Presenta€ a€œ a€˜It was lucky I forgot my keys, a€™ her mother was saying, rubbing the raised scar between her daughtera€™s thumb and forefinger. a€˜I came back and found you lying in a pool of blood.a€™ a€ a€œHaunteda€ a€œLarge for my age, prideful of my tomboyhood, and self-assured in my paranormal incredulity, it was I who braved the deep, I, even, who had relayed the tale of the enigmatic contents of the newspaper room following my first venture there, and inadvertently set the neighborhood to wondering what horrors might be lurking at its bottom.a€ a€œGoata€ a€œ a€˜Whata€™s the matter, Sutton?a€™ Mr. Jenkins inquired. a€˜Schneider get your goat?a€™ There was a momentous silent pause followed by the audible snap of thirty heads whipping around in unison towards the mortified young girl and the shamelessly grinning boy who had yanked on her ponytail until shea€™d finally shouted at him to quit it.a€ a€œFallen Ideala€ a€œI didna€™t think I wanted to get married. But now I wonder who will take me to the bathroom when Ia€™m too old to stand.a€ a€œDeep-Water Girla€ a€œGo on, deep-water girl! Keep on lookina€™ for that deep water! You wona€™t never find it!a€ a€œRest Stopa€ a€œHe approached her, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his own full-length dungarees, evidently immune to the heat. a€˜Say, thata€™s an expensive trip, a€™ he observed. a€˜You, uh a€“ you got enough money to get there?a€™ a€ a€œFound Moneya€ a€œIt was something, wasna€™t it? Finding five dollars. Not a matter of life or death, maybe. Not just yet.a€ a€œHeads of the Linea€ a€œEach job had its own rhythm. Scrape, scrape, scrape. Thunk; thunk; thunk. It was such a persuasive rhythm that sometimes you even forgot that it was a part of the job. Like that unfortunate header from last seasona€ba€ a€œFog Linea€ a€œHe raised his flashlight and looked her over, as they always did, comparing the image on the out-of-state license to the young woman in the rusty van that pre-dated her by a decade.a€ a€œJackson, Mississippia€ Essay on finally understanding how it must feel to be black in a largely white world. qBaby and Meq qOur best friends were having a baby. Inwardly, I groaned.q Flash fiction. In which I fail to comprehend the reproductive instinct that seems to be consuming everyone around me. qFuneral for Charlieq qI watched as the water swirled away, taking Charlie on one final miraculous journey to the home of his ancient ancestors...q Flash fiction. Sad, but oh so true. a€œDead in the Watera€ a€œShe hung suspended, gazing up at the sky, the sun, the surface, at the cord entangling her foot. It was too late. She would drown; she would die there beneath the water, ten feet away from the people who loved her.a€ a€œScarsa€ a€œYouth does not have a fair picture of itselfa€b It is only with the perspective of years that we begin to see our lives in patterns, in great sweeping arcs that promise, if we examine them closely, to reveal to us something of ourselves, something of who we were, something of who we have become. Something of who we will become.a€ What stories are on YOUR memory-shelf?From the author of On Hearing of My Mothera#39;s Death Six Years After It Happened: A Daughtera#39;s Memoir of Mental Illness, Stories from My Memory-Shelf is the story of my life told in short fiction and essays.

Title:Stories from My Memory-Shelf
Author:Lori Schafer
Publisher:Lori Schafer - 2015-05-06


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