Searching for the Truth (Always Telling the Truth Means Never Having to Remember Anything) I’ve known and worked closely with Stanton Friedman for the past 23 years since I moved to Roswell and was a volunteer at the International UFO Museum from 1996 to 1998. I had heard and read about Stanton for many years […]
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The last few years have been a good time for makers of shows and films about religious cults. Not too long ago, Netflix released a 1994 documentary called Children of God. It’s about an Australian New Age cult called The Family, a group that became famous in the 1990s due to revelations of child abuse, illegal
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I was driving down the west end of Fillmore when I heard a loud pop. I watched in horror as the door, which had been securely fastened to the luggage rack on top of my Taurus station wagon, slid off and into the street. I quickly pulled into a parking lot on my right. “Stay
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Last week, I flew across the country twice, and yes, it was a traumatic experience. Don’t get me wrong, I love flying. In fact, airplanes have been a lifelong passion for me. Starting with the first time my dad let me go up with one of his pilot friends, going through my years serving on board
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Not too long ago, I received a rejection email telling me one of my stories set in Alabama wasn’t “Southern enough in spirit.” Immediately, three thoughts occurred to me: One, I had no idea I needed to write like a Southerner—whatever that means—two, I wasn’t trying to write like a Southerner, and three, I’ve never
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A single bubble escaped my right nostril, swimming in haste to the water’s surface, as if gasping. I closed my eyes. She was right, that synchronized swimmer I’d overheard in the locker room. “Sometimes we lay on the bottom of the pool. It’s actually relaxing.” I could’ve drifted off to sleep. My heartbeat, remarkably slow,