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The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. Aunt Rosa was my mother’s sister, and she lived with us most...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. What next?  What is next for me and my family? How much more...

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. The family photos of my early childhood were the substitute...

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...