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71Rev. Jim Jones and the People's Temple: A Memoir
by barranca
The day I met the infamous Rev. Jim Jones, he was wearing semi-opaque sunglasses and a black shirt, and he was being trailed by a half dozen or so teen-aged young men. They piled out of a wine-colored van... published 6 months ago
73How to Write a Biography
by Sarah_G
Writing your personal story may be the most important thing you ever do. Everyone has a story to tell, but very few people take steps to make the memories in their minds translate into stories other people... published 13 months ago
65Magdalena River Fishing Memoir
by barranca
One of my favorite memories as a child was fishing on a tributary of the Magdalena River in Colombia, South America. The Magdalena is the primary river that flows from the south of Colombia and the Amazon to... published 13 months ago
74Folsom Vacaville San Quentin Prisons: A memoir
by barranca
The best class I had in seminary, titled "Ministry to Captive Structures ", was taught by Dody Donnelly at the Jesuit School of Theology at Berkeley. The class included about a dozen students both women and... published 6 months ago
63smoke demon
by barranca
I was a tobacco addict. I smoked one and a half to two packs of unfiltered Pall Malls or Camels a day. I had tried quitting a hundred different ways, most of which involved not purchasing cigarettes and... published 13 months ago
57Diary of an Angry Girl
by SFHStiger22
Here's my equivalent of Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Some of these entries will have stemmed from my own and my friend's experiences growing up. Hopefully, some will find it entertaining when they think about their... published 4 days ago
67Coo Coo for Cocoa Puffs: Part I
by Stephanie C Price
It has come to the attention of my older sister that our mother is crazy. If we were rich she would just be eccentric. My grandmother was eccentric because she was loaded. My mom is just plain old crazy. ... published 2 weeks ago
59Mystic Gypsy Mavericks: Dharmic Visions of a Vegas Cabbie
by Tim Hollis
Mystic Gypsy Mavericks: Excerpt I'm near the end of the line at the Luxor. Other drivers are reading newspapers or yakking outside the cabs. A plush pile carpet of cigarette butts wends its way down the... published 11 months ago
61My First Job
by barranca
My father decided it was time for me to get a job. I was sixteen, could drive and had an entire summer ahead of me with nothing in particular to do. Dad believed strongly in the moral value of work which... published 11 months ago
72Big Block Buick Wildcat Memoir
by barranca
Dad bought the big Wildcat perhaps for several reasons: I begged him to, the power tempted him, he was getting restless in retirement or money was burning a hole in his pocket (it rarely did). I was... published 4 months ago
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