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The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. I am perched on the verge of a pilgrimage back to my roots....

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. In a bizarrely freak accident in a car wash, my car ran over...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. If I could have just one more day with someone who is no...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. What I have learned in my life and how I have learned it are...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. The language I use now is not my Mother-tongue. It is not the...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. My dad had a great sense of humor, But he was not a happy...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. The past is always elusive. Shakespeare said, “Thus memory...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. I was born in Vienna, Austria, and I have always missed my...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. My first American school experience was with a teacher who...

The following story was written by Judita Hruza and shared as part of the Memory Project.  Falling in love for the first time is an important...