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    STACI by Jeff Loeb

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    The house was only blocks away, so I got there in minutes. Staci’s sobs were already breathless heaves. All I could do was hold her and utter empty words: “What is it,...

    JAM SESSION by Svitlana Matiushenko-Musyj

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     “Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.” ― Immanuel Kant      She was challenging herself again, “Can I do it? Maybe I can...

    BERNIE, DOROTHY, AND CATHERINE by Mary Jane White

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    Bernie, Dorothy and Catherine Methodically then, not only each night, as Ruffin slept or not, but also during the seven hours of his first day at school, throughout the...

    LIVING IN THE EYE OF THE STORM by Wendy A. Miller

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    Wearing an oversized floral top, you sit on an exam table, swinging your legs off the end when the doctor enters the room. She greets you and then probes your left breast....

    OUZO: A TASTE OF GREECE by Grove Koger

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    Most children grow up loving licorice instinctively, but I’ve never learned to tolerate the stuff. So it’s been a surprise to me that I enjoy ouzo so much. Granted, ouzo is flavored...

    THE LOST SOLES OF D.C. by Terry Connell

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    It was an early June morning, the sun was still working its way into the eastern sky, and there I was, heading up Quincy Street, on the final stretch of my morning...

    I AM NOT YOUR INDIAN by Swathi Desai

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    I was born in a country far, far away from where I’ve lived most of my life. Some may think I’m not Indian enough because I don’t know where the best Indian...

    WRITE ME HOME by Linda C. Wisniewski

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    Write Me Home The young woman’s face on my laptop screen smiled encouragement. Look at the sky if you’re near a window, she said, or remember the sky if...

    RE-READING THE LADY CHATTERLEY TRIALS IN NEW YORK AND LONDON AFTER 60 YEARS ...

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    RE-READING THE LADY CHATTERLEY TRIALS AFTER 60 YEARS The three versions of Lady Chatterley’s Lover that DH Lawrence wrote in the late 1920s are each progressively more anally erotic....

    I DREAMT I COULD NOT FIND MY CAR by James Hanna

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    I Dreamt I Could Not Find My Car by James Hanna             Mary and I sit on the back porch of our Florida...