Time Warp
August 15, 2006
Anachronism
I come from the first generation of American women who grew up believing that we could be anything we wanted to be. For most of us it was a given that we would go to college, and we were raised on the idea that we could be doctors and lawyers and equal players in executive boardrooms. Our generation might even produce, gasp, the first woman President of the United States. When I was a little girl, after I outgrew my fantasies of being the first woman jockey to ride a Kentucky Derby winner, I aspired to such noble professions as physicist, aeronautical engineer, and astronomer. As I got older, I finally owned up to my fundamental dislike of science, and turned my sights on history. I spent four years at a highly regarded liberal arts college earning a bachelor's degree in history, and after I graduated, summa cum laude, I looked forward to pursuing graduate studies, tacking a Ph.D. after my name, and devoting my career to important historical research. Read more.
Unanswered Prayer
by Samantha Hayes
His neck was long and lean with a perfectly groomed hairline. There was a distinct absence of moles, freckles, or scars on that oh-so-luscious neck. It was just smooth and brown, perfect for trailing my fingers along. Read more.
Light -- It Warps My Time
At this very moment the golden, morning-fresh rays of the sun are streaming down upon the earth and where I sit. I glance up from my screen. Instantly the deep, intrinsic hues of golden light shower my sight. The angle of the light as it pours over my world, the intensity and the resilient coloration causes time to warp. Read more.
Signal Strength
by Omwisseling
I have been seized of late by a painful, struggling nostalgia. Trying to shuffle my memories back to a time when my father was happy, and well. When I knew solidly and exactly what I was doing, where I was going, what I wanted. I have had to go unexpectedly far. Read more.
Time Travel
by Chuck Sigars
Like Billy Pilgrim, the protagonist in Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-5, I occasionally get unstuck in time, and it's not nearly as painful as it sounds. Read more.
Stand By Me Flashback
by Tiffany Fitch
In the summer of 1986, I spent ninety percent of the months of June and July on the worn carpet of our duplex on Kynette Street, with my finger attached to the record button of our first VCR. MTV played the commercial often, one short clip an hour and a longer one every other hour. Read more.
Hava Nagila, Grandpa!
by Sarah Karasik
I love music. I easily listen to music for ten hours a day, nearly every day. Many of the songs I listen to bring back memories for me. Whether I recall the last time I heard them or events from years prior; music definitely gives me a sense of time warping. Read more.