ILLNESS AND THE MOVEMENT OF TIME by A.M. Palmer

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Illness and the Movement of Time Reflections on Architecture, Music, and the Benefits of Raw Honey (2018) The movement of time becomes painfully apparent when one is ill, either droning on during treatment and recovery, or...

NEW BEGINNINGS by Lisa James

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Sydney McLaughlin shattered her own world record by .78 seconds.  That was world record number four in two years.  Her first came when she became the only woman to dip below 52 seconds in...

HOW TO SURVIVE YOUR FIRST JOB by Ella Mear

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What time is it? I pull out my phone and look at the time. 10:30?! It’s Friday, and we have been closed for two and a half hours! Why is it taking so long?...

IF YOU LEAVE, WHERE WILL YOU GO? Lisa Hoelzer

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I recently left the strict high-demand religion I belonged to for the past thirty years. The values and practices associated with my faith shaped every part of my life: family priorities, Sunday behaviors, clothing,...

TRAVEL by Ates Yersu

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“WE TRAVEL NOT TO ESCAPE LIFE, BUT FOR LIFE NOT TO ESCAPE US.” ANONYMOUS We feel a temporary sense of immortality when we are taking a trip, especially when we are on a train, looking at...

TENSE MATTERS by Chelsea Owens

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The Past My brother, Justin, died in June 2022. The exact date, cause, and time were a mystery. The coroner said “when they cut him open” he had upper and lower GI bleeds, severe cirrhosis...

DAYLIGHT SAVES by Kay Smith Blum

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My head is in a story that I need to submit by today, when my husband comes into the kitchen. I can’t exit until my coffee is done even though any conversation will drain...

THE ANATOMY OF HOPE by Ananya Anand

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A defeated sigh, an apologetic letter, those goodbyes that are merely just a promise of our paths crossing again someday, the quiet gasp of the one who manages to narrowly escape from the jaws...

WHAT I REMEMBER OF THE DRAGON by Kaylin Moore

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At nine years old, I was Hermione Granger. That all-too-familiar feeling of adrenaline and fear always seemed to creep in at the most inopportune times, that beast. It made my tiny hands shake at family...

LETTING GO by Brooke Castillo

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            I look at the grass art, leaning towards me at a 45-degree angle. Six flags are overlapping one another so elegantly, every blade of grass not surpassing the one next to it. I...