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    BERKELEY REVISITED – By Alice Lowe

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    BERKELEY REVISITEDBy Alice Lowe I was 42 when I first set foot on the “Cal” campus, the University of California, Berkeley. I still can feel the shockwaves—instant, intense—followed by...

    BAD SPELL – By Autumn Shah

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    BAD SPELLBy Autumn Shah My mom says she was under a spell when she married Kris Chapman.She thought he looked like the dashing actor, Omar Sharif. But really, he...

    AN EXTRAORDINARY WOMAN – By Patrick Hahn

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    AN EXTRAORDINARY WOMANBy Patrick Hahn Did I ever tell you about my one degree of separation from the late Dwight David Eisenhower? That’s right, between me and the 34th...

    UNSENT LETTER – By Holley Hyler

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    UNSENT LETTERBy Holley Hyler My Love,It is a sunny afternoon in late summer, and the world is alive with color that is doing its damnedest to chip away at...

    PARENTING REDUX – By Pam Munter

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    PARENTING REDUXBy Pam Munter How old was I when I realized I was the family’s black sheep? As long as I can remember, I knew I could not trust...

    A INSIGNIFICÂNCIA DE SER UMA COISA – Rita de Kasia A. Amaral

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    A INSIGNIFICÂNCIA DE SER UMA COISARita de Kasia A. Amaral Eu sou uma coisa. Ou eu fui uma coisa? Acho que antes eu era uma coisa e agora sou...

    UNDERWORLDS APART: A STORY FOR AILIE – By Mindy Watson

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    UNDERWORLDS APART: A STORY FOR AILIEBy Mindy Watson My Ailie,Newly three years old, you’re a different flower bud to me every day: one day fierce tiger lily, knocking down...

    ABOUT FOOD – By Michelle Cacho-Negrete

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    ABOUT FOODBy Michelle Cacho-Negrete My mother loved food but she hated cooking either because she wasn't good at it or wasn't good at it because she hated it.  Her...

    MY FATHER – By Paul Petruccelli

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    MY FATHERBy Paul Petruccelli At 5:30 a.m., the sun has not quite begun its ascent behind my sister’s house, on the other side of the golf course she could...