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My Family's History with NakbaHuffington PostMy friends at school mostly talked about last Thursday's party and the cute girls in class. It was at an American summer arts camp, of all places, that I began to confront my family's ruptured past. At age 15, amid Michigan's woodlands and the sounds ...and more » |
Life, Interrupted: Hope Is My New Address
I've left the isolation of the hospital after my bone marrow transplant and no longer need to be connected to IVs around the clock. I'm enjoying my freedom, but cancer continues to dictate my choices, writes Suleika Jaouad. Well: Life, Interrupted: Hope Is My New Address
I've left the isolation of the hospital after my bone marrow transplant and no longer need to be connected to IVs around the clock. I'm enjoying my freedom, but cancer continues to dictate my choices, writes Suleika Jaouad. Elegy For My Patients
Like many of my medical school classmates I'd decided against a career in pediatrics even before setting foot on the children's ward. "Who could bear to see a child sick...or die?" we asked ourselves--most of us knowing that we couldn't. Why I Cut My Own Salary
Our cash is holding steady, but I don't have a good feeling about the immediate future. We're just not seeing as many eager buyers. First Person: My $200 Backyard Makeover
My yard looked boring and nobody wanted to hang out back there. I knew I needed a backyard miracle but no one from the DIY channel was showing up at my door. Although I felt I needed a yard makeover, I didn't have a lot of money to spend -- $200 was my limit. My family and I spent several weekends nurturing our yard and now - we love it! My tiny budget didn't stop us from using our creativity to ... Just Me and My RV
Driving through California's remote northeast. More Photos » I HAVE spent the night in a Walmart parking lot. I have driven through a national park with a trail of cars in my rearview mirror. Amy Shiner: Submission: My Health Choice
A part of my life I sometimes struggle with is my need of submission. I have had discussions more than once with people on this... My Car, My Sanctuary
ON Monday, the wind blew so hard that only a fool would have ventured near the rim of the canyon. On Tuesday, a sandstorm colored the sky the yellow of motel linoleum and left a film of grit in your mouth. Unsolicited Advice From My Financial Planner
by Megan Brock Sleuthing for my father
On her death bed my mother revealed a shocking secret. Now I am trying to solve its mystery
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