Tag: autobiography
member name: Ricky Fico
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December 30, 2006 05:59 PM EST --
Home, home again, like to be here when I can. He’s listening to Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon. Lenny’s eyes are red, bloodshot. I think he’s been doing the pot again. Listening to . . .
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August 11, 2007 06:59 AM EDT --
I'm in the bedroom looking for my favorite shirt, the one with all of the buttons. As I'm scavenging through the . . .
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June 15, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
I've been tagged by Jeff and prompted to write 5 statements about myself, 4 true and 1 false:
(1) I had been to Florence, Italy and had a deja vu experience which provided me a better understanding . . .
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December 14, 2006 03:45 AM EST --
Mom is tossing about the salad, blending together a few leaves of lettuce and a couple of slices of leftover tomato. Thrown in for color a few shavings of carrot. Since there isn’t enough to . . .
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November 17, 2006 11:47 PM EST --
As I had once said, "it's not what you don't have but what you do have." What I didn't have as a kid growing up mattered not so much as what I did have. Yes, it's true that I . . .
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November 19, 2006 07:39 PM EST --
As a young boy with youthful yearnings and miniscule earnings derived from my lop-sided paper route, I decided it was time I do something really nice for Momma and maybe, just maybe, she'd forget her . . .
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November 16, 2006 11:24 AM EST --
This morning, unlike most mornings, I'm at a loss for words. I'm staring at the blank screen, hypnotized by the blinking cursor. It is wearying heavy upon my eyelids. I'm falling . . . falling . . .
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December 04, 2006 07:43 PM EST --
Typhoon-like winds swirling and whirling all around, the roars of thunder pounding inside my twelve year-old head. The piercing spears of blue - jagged and frightening - striking near the periphery . . .
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August 02, 2007 08:37 AM EDT --
As a young boy with youthful yearnings and miniscule earnings derived from my lop-sided paper route, I decided it was time I do something really nice for Momma and maybe, just maybe, she'd forget her . . .
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May 23, 2007 08:05 AM EDT --
Prologue: (reprint from October, 2006)
This morning, unlike most mornings, I'm at a loss for words. I'm staring at the blank screen, hypnotized by the blinking cursor. It is wearying heavy . . .
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July 29, 2007 08:08 AM EDT --
Home, home again, like to be here when I can. He's listening to Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon. Lenny's eyes are red, bloodshot. I think he's been doing the pot again. Listening to his new . . .
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January 15, 2008 12:00 AM EST --
Mom is tossing about the salad, blending together a few leaves of lettuce and a couple of slices of leftover tomato. Thrown in for color a few shavings of carrot.
Since there isn't enough to go around, . . .
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December 02, 2006 12:48 PM EST --
A brief biography:
In my life I had witnessed so much, and at times, perhaps not enough. Sometimes, what I witnessed compelled me to stand taller than I would otherwise; other times, unfortunately, . . .
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January 08, 2007 08:06 AM EST --
It was while waiting at the bus stop when I met the two police officers who were both killed a week later in the line of duty. I met them while I was waiting to catch the C.T.A. bus that would take me . . .
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June 28, 2007 02:46 PM EDT --
a memoir (reposted)
Mom, I'm really hungry," Wendy says, the growls from her mid-section providing testament to the hunger that pervades her eight-year old little body.
Mother, who'd spent . . .
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September 26, 2008 07:05 AM EDT --
OK, here's the deal . . . I'm not racist by any means. My grandmother, though, she was prejudiced against others who were of a different color. She was brought up in the south-- where a lot of . . .
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November 20, 2006 11:35 PM EST --
"We've too many differences, yet too many simularities," I said to her as I walked out the door. And then it hit me. (I know I have a story here but honestly I am exhausted right now. I will . . .
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December 17, 2006 07:13 AM EST --
Excerpt: THE BOOKCASE
"Time creeps into a new hour, the sun higher in its trajectory. I want to sleep but I can’t. I want this day to end but it won’t. So, it’s a . . .
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January 13, 2007 11:15 AM EST --
The Brown House
Mother dealt a good deal that day at the Dew Drop. One of the regulars there, a tall cop with a penchant for walking his irregular beat with a regular quaff had brokered . . .
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August 04, 2007 06:33 AM EDT --
I am proud of myself, conducted good business with Claire, affording me the chance to conduct even better business at the Jewel Food Store. I've a wagon full of cookies, peanut butter, tuna fish, bread, . . .
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