Tag: mitch
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April 15, 2007 10:52 PM EDT --
I believe my mother saved my life.
When I was 15 or 16, my family ended up where many others have as well, family court in a battle for custody.
This all started when I copped the typical, . . . more
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April 12, 2007 10:32 PM EDT --
My fifth grade teacher had the build of a Northern European hausfrau and the demeanor of a women’s prison guard. She was perfectly suited to her job, this woman-mountain.
"Rebecca!" she . . . more
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May 09, 2007 07:42 PM EDT --
We would like to thank you all for submitting your stories as part of the "Times Mom Stood Up For Me" Writing Competition featuring Mitch Albom, author of For One More Day. The entries were . . . more
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April 16, 2007 03:40 PM EDT --
Though she blamed herself, it wasn't her fault.
My mother could not comprehend how I became the person who made her eyes swell with tears and who caused her heart to feel heavy deep within her. I . . . more
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April 17, 2007 03:34 PM EDT --
Dad used to loom, over you, because he was the man, and men were large there.
But came time, you bucked up, and looked up, at the man, larger and stronger there, and told . . . more
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April 24, 2007 02:38 PM EDT --
My ears perked up when I heard my mother mention my name to the person on the other end of the phone. Then my stomach dropped.
“Beth told Chrissy she wouldn’t be her friend anymore? Unless . . . more
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April 25, 2007 05:07 PM EDT --
Helen was uneasy all day. “Something’s wrong,” she said at dinner. When she got home at 8:30 pm, the phone rang. It was my college roommate. “Helen, Stacy was in a diving accident. . . . more
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April 09, 2007 05:20 PM EDT --
When I was seven years old, my mother dropped me at the library. She did this every Saturday morning. I was to find a book and take it home for the week.
On this particular week, I was feeling brave, . . . more
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April 23, 2007 06:12 PM EDT --
I love the stories that my mother tells. Stories about the ordinary yet humorous events of our lives. But, I love even more the stories that my mother is too humble to tell. The ones that start . . . more
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April 10, 2007 05:50 PM EDT --
Celebrate Mom for Mother's Day!
Designed to celebrate moms for Mother’s Day, Mitch Albom, the acclaimed author of “For One More Day,” along with Borders and the CBS Early Show announce . . . more
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April 24, 2007 06:08 PM EDT --
My mom is standing up for me right now. She believed me when I came out of counseling on March 7 and told her that my stepfather has been touching me and doing things to me that are wrong. He waited until . . . more
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April 25, 2007 05:16 PM EDT --
Until I could no longer stand myself, I took my divorced mother's strength for granted, as she worked and cared for me as a single parent. As a healthy high school senior athlete, my focus was . . . more
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April 17, 2007 09:02 PM EDT --
There had been few phone calls as panicked in all my life, all ten years of it, than the one I made that afternoon. My mom’s voice echoed through the receiver, and brought with it a sense of . . . more
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April 22, 2007 02:55 PM EDT --
“Mom, you will never believe what happened in school today.”
“What, honey?” Mom asks, putting dirty laundry into the washing machine.
“You are . . . more
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April 25, 2007 02:03 PM EDT --
There are some things in life that are uncontrollable and unfair. For instance, I was born with a physical handicap. However unfair, it was nevertheless the hand I was dealt. My mother was the only . . . more
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April 25, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
When I was five and we lived on Tadapaha Street, the girl who lived next door was named Andrea, and she was big for her age—six—and mean. One day she pointed to some doggie doo on the . . . more
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April 14, 2007 11:12 PM EDT --
My mom, among other things, was an avid adult league bowler; so as soon as we were old enough (I was 11 and my sister was 6 as I recall) she enrolled us in Saturday Morning League Bowling and we loved . . . more
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April 24, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
Until March 11, 1992, I was a mommy’s little girl; a mini-Adrianne. Despite being eight years old, I was adorned in matching homemade dresses to hers. She dragged me to the salon to get the same . . . more
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April 16, 2007 03:42 PM EDT --
My mom was never one to rant and rave about her children. She was also not one to blindly fight for her children, no matter what. I think that my mom stood up for me by making me accountable . . . more
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April 13, 2007 11:32 PM EDT --
Miss Jackson’s eighth grade Spanish class was torture. She didn’t teach you enough to hold a conversation, but expected you to somehow absorb the language through osmosis. Rather than play . . . more
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