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Excerpt from Easy Street: Based on my mother’s memoir

Excerpt from Easy Street: Based on my mother’s memoir

Excerpt from Easy Street: Based on my mother’s memoir Steps Out of Ziska High School Part 2 Diane ate in silence as she thought about her last year of Our Lady of Lourdes—the Catholic church and K-8 school everyone in her neighborhood attended. But not one of her...

Excerpt from Easy Street: Based on my mother’s memoirs

Excerpt from Easy Street: Based on my mother’s memoirs

Excerpt from one of my projects, Easy Street: Based on my mother's memoirs Steps Out of Ziska High School Part 1 “Why are you wearing that lipstick? Diane’s family would ask her. “I thought you weren’t that kind of girl!” The words rang through her mind as she tapped...

Spring on a street corner

Spring on a street corner

Spring on a street corner As a child, I hated spring. I’m sure growing up in Cleveland had a lot to do with my feelings towards this season of transition. I enjoyed the time leading up to spring. Winter in the snowbelt meant months of sledding, skating, and snow...

The importance of travel

The importance of travel

The importance of travel I stepped through tall grasses and cattails as I made my way through the marshland. Hermit crabs poked out of bubbling caverns. The crustaceans scurried over my feet while clasping at the air with their pincers. Harmless and cute, I thought...

How I learned history

How I learned history

How I learned history Positive memories of my childhood and how I grew up as a young Army wife Positive memories of my childhood revolve around culture and history. My parents were educators, so my siblings and I were surrounded by experiences revolving around...

My Mother’s Memoir: Easy Street and Ed Busta’s Tavern

My Mother’s Memoir: Easy Street and Ed Busta’s Tavern

Easy Street ED BUSTA’S TAVERN  “Where are you going little girl?” People called as she skipped by. “Edjem doma,” she replied. They knew exactly who she was and where she was going. She was Ed Busta’s daughter and everyone knew her father. He was a popular tavern...

Inspired by my battle buddy

By Elizabeth Aslakson Three years ago, while living in New England, an incident involving my black German Sheperd, Bear, spurred my interest in writing. After days of below zero wind chills, I decided Bear and I needed to get out of our clapboard cottage for a change...

Praha Summer 1994

by Elizabeth Aslakson The drive started in the rolling hills of Bavaria. Fields were lush with the approaching harvest and villages had been painted with fresh coats of pastels. But when we crossed the border into the Czech Republic, the farmlands became dense pine...

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