Stories by Frieda McRae

Reflections

Wednesday Changed my Life

I was eleven and told everyone I'd be starting an orphanage in India. Who'd believe an eleven-year-old? Skeptics added coals to my fire...

Grandma’s on the Family Tree

Grandma is as sweet as pie; as calm as a lalabai...

The Depth of Humble

I sent the story draft again and again to Anna’s sisters who were top-notch school teachers. Her sisters meticulously read my story and edited it methodically —like proper teachers grading an exam...

Dad’s Finale: The Last Ya-ba-da-ba-doo Man!

Parents are always on stage; they are the star in their children’s lives. They are the heroes...

Targeting Life

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. (Norman Cousins)...

Appostrogetic (Part Three)

Death is naked before God; destruction lies uncovered” Job was right. I never imagined I'd live through such a day as that...

Appostrogetic (Part Two)

As the ceiling shuddered above us, there was an earth-shaking, appostrogetic tumult above our heads that entered our whole being and made our innards shake and tremble...

Appostrogetic (Part 1)

Absolutely everything had been lost. The only thing we had left was each other and a memory etched into our lives forever. What an unpresented Palm Sunday evening that was!...
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