Allen Berry

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Allen Berry

<p>When I was young, about thirteen or so, an old acquaintance of my mother came to visit. She was a bold, beautiful woman with flawless, caramel colored skin, darkly made up eyes, and a joyfulness that was evident in the quick display of her smile. In the neighborhood where I grew up, it was whispered that she was one of those rare people blessed with the gift of sight and prophecy.<br /> <span>I remember how she turned to me when I entered the room and my mother paused to introduce her. She looked at me with soft, far-away eyes and put her hand on my shoulder and murmured, &ldquo;I see a star above his head.&rdquo; Then turning to my mother she smiled and said, &ldquo;this boy&rsquo;s gonna do something great some day.&rdquo; They both sort of laughed then turned away, but I remember that day and the words she whispered so clearly. I am haunted by that memory&hellip;by the casual escape of her words. </span><br /> <span>Perhaps, this is not such a good thing to happen to a child whose fertile mind is given to dreams and schemes, and the wild imaginings of things that go bump in the night. Since that day, I have looked for meaning in many things; hoping to catch a glimmer of some greater purpose disguised in the common experience of my day to day life. <br /> To this day that purpose eludes me. </span></p>

Stories by Allen Berry

There is a saying: “Everyone is born unique … but most of us die copies.” We copy the lies and truth of our families … the...
Women have always informed my life—in literature (Maya Angelou, Gloria Steinem), in music (Joni Mitchell, Mary J. Blige), but seldom in...
We make sense of our world by telling each other stories.—Carol Adrienne Living at the speed of now. He fell in love the first moment he laid...
Letting go. I think it begins in the womb. From the moment conception becomes consciousness we are assailed by the manifestations of an outside...
It’s easy to fall into the habit of just living; especially if you’re single. But it can happen also if you’re married, with...