Top Voted Nonfiction

   On February 14th, I had the chance of a lifetime. I knew that Whoopi Goldberg was a very special person and an accomplished actor, but I never expected her to be such an open and insightful person. Before the interview, we waited... (more »)

You are a husband, a parent, Rainbow/PUSH president, civil rights leader, hostage negotiator, minister, political activist, teacher, TV commentator, presidential candidate and advisor. Am I leaving anything out? Well, those are things I have... (more »)

I have a sickness called hypochondria. Well, truthfully, I don’t consider it an illness. I just consider it a burden. When you have hypochondria, life doesn’t seem real. It feels like you’re watching a copy of yourself, who’s watching a... (more »)

The Interview Experience by James F. , Attleboro, MA The Interview Experience by Kate S. , Swarthmore, PA From what I've read and seen here at Skywalker Ranch, it's obvious you're very interested in history. What exactly sparked... (more »)

It all starts with a single phone call, asking if I would like to join my friend Quinn and his family, in two days, to a Milwaukee Brewers baseball game. Without even talking about it with my parents first I instantly reply, “Absolutely,” and... (more »)

I walk away from a life of desire and disparity, towards forgiveness and fate. Letting life guide me and the world fill in. Why should I care what you say when you don’t care what I say? Yet why does the mockingbird sing if no one can understand... (more »)

It’s raining. Not a steady rain, just a light sprinkle of water from the sky. The cool feel of water on your skin, just enough to make you and the ground wet. Then there’s the smell of it all. The smell that nobody can describe that come when... (more »)

Dear Grandpa Mike, I’m sorry for being too young to care about your passing. It wasn’t my intention to leave your funeral to go play in the churches parking lot. I was just doing what most six year olds do, and fazed through... (more »)

She looks up to me, with big brown eyes. She trusts me with her every fiber and being, knowing that I’ll love her back. She looks to me with hope and love, almost speaking with words instead of emotions. So much can be said through those two... (more »)

Silence; that’s what I've heard most of my life. Nothing. All my life, I've been surrounded by machinery. All my life, I've had to sit at the front of the classroom. All my life, I've been teased and bullied. I often ask... (more »)