• My cousin had to take the bus across the city to her elementary school back when we were kids. It was an attempt to make the schools more integrated. This was in the ’70’s. When I taught ESL in the 90’s at a school just outside DC, it was 30% immigrant kids and 70% African American. There were zero white kids going to that school. There were 500…[Read more]

  • The pig wallowed in the mud. And I watched it from the side of the fence. What a boring site. What a boring life. I can’t believe I am stuck in this small town. Will I ever get out of here? I look up and see the first star of the evening and make my wish on it: Please give me a way to escape from this town.

    I don’t have much faith in that wish…[Read more]

  • RebeccaZuvedru commented on the post, illogical 5 years ago

    She began writing at the age of 47. She’d once had prodigious creativity, talent, perseverance, but she lacked confidence. Now she had that, mostly, until she stopped to contemplate the chances of her success. Nearly nil. But, she igored that and began. She wrote and she took classes and she joined writer’s groups. She met others who were making…[Read more]

  • RebeccaZuvedru commented on the post, overt 5 years, 3 months ago

    My brother’s overt hostility that day was frightening. I thought we were having a pleasant time, but suddenly he was angry and mean and threatening to call the police. It could have been that he thought I’d insulted his wife. His wife is a bitch. But I hadn’t said that. All I’d done was to ask him, nicely enough, if he could keep her from visiting…[Read more]

  • I am being too selective about what I choose to write. I edit in my head before something even becomes a full thought. This is writer’s block, I suppose, and so I turn to oneword.com. It gets me writing … something … at least. I put aside today to write something, and so I feel as if I am wasting such an opportunity.

  • I have always been modest when I have a secret ambitious to be audacious. But, I don’t know where to even start with that. How can you go from all those years, believing you should not toot your own horn, to screaming out to the world to be noticed?

  • The grandfather was not handsome. In fact he was warty and had smelly ears. But, Jacob loved him and came to play with him as often as he could. As often as he was let out of the house to see him. But, that was not often. Usually he had to help father, cleaning the brushes and pot and giving critiques to the works. Some said his father was a…[Read more]

  • “If you are one of the hapless consumers who has recently purchased the K204, we recommend that you contact the manufacturer immediately.” Upon hearing this announcement, Sarah immediately ran outside just as her husband was turning on the motor for their new lawnmower.

  • RebeccaZuvedru commented on the post, puppy 5 years, 4 months ago

    I watched the puppy biting at his leash. The kid didn’t know how to control it, but it looked ok at first. If only I had given in to my instinct to help him out, things could have been different.

  • RebeccaZuvedru commented on the post, cold 5 years, 4 months ago

    I thought I knew what cold felt like. And then we moved to Lithuania. The first winter there, they had record breaking strings of cold days. Like North Dakota cold days. Reading about cold like that in no way prepares you for what it actually feels like. It’s even hard to remember what it really felt like. Not making you shiver cold. But, if you…[Read more]

  • He spent over an hour trying to tie the bowtie. It shook my faith in him for a few minutes that night. His style, after all these years, is impeccable. And yet, he was completely confused about tying a bowtie. Finally, I had to figure out how to tie it for him. He’d found instructions on YouTube. The best one wasn’t from GQ, though. It was just a…[Read more]

  • The stated maximum occupancy of elevators around the world is a great source of amusement to my children. Usually, we are amazed that 8 people are supposed to fit into the tiny space that we 4 take up. The best was the elevator in Paris which clearly stated that the occupancy of the elevator was 4, but the hotel had posted a handwritten sign which…[Read more]

  • The occupancy capacity of elevators around the world is a great source of amusement to my children. The best was the elevator in Paris which clearly stated that the occupancy of the elevator was 4, but the hotel had posted a sign which requested that no more than 2 use the elevator at a time. My husband joked that the hotel received many American…[Read more]

  • Her words were the fuel that revved his anger until he could no longer think straight. He might then strike out without warning and, it seemed, without truly understanding what he was doing.

  • The Emperor’s New Clothes was always one of my favorite fables. When I was little, it was just silly. Now that I am older and have had a few embarrassing experiences of my own it has taken on new meanings. Especially as someone who usually lives overseas in other cultures, I relate to the feeling of being absolutely certain of what I am doing only…[Read more]

  • My brother once joined a group where every member agreed to support the others’ causes, even if they didn’t believe in them. For example, if someone wanted to demonstrate against the university’s medical lab because they used live rats for experiments, everyone would turn up for the protest. The next week, someone else might want to protest the…[Read more]

  • My brother once joined a group that agreed to support one another’s causes, even if they didn’t believe in them. For example, if someone wanted to demonstrate against the university’s medical lab because they used live rats for experiments, everyone would turn up for the protest. The next week, someone else might want to protest the lack of civil…[Read more]

  • His intentions were defined by his eyes. She couldn’t avoid them and she couldn’t deny the feelings they brought out in her. It was like looking into the eyes of a cobra. Mesmerizing and deadly.

  • This nagging feeling just won’t disappear. The feeling that I should be doing something really important. But, isn’t my life important now? What do I need to add? My fear is that if I don’t add something I, myself, will just disappear.

  • What does wavelength mean mom?
    She always asks questions all day long.
    She already knows answers and won’t be told.
    How to explain everything to her in just a short time?
    I didn’t realize that I would be expected to know all the answers.