Nonfiction

    SLOWLY SLIDING by Jennifer Hildebrandt

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    December 29, 2016, Updated Death Wishes You don’t have to mourn or carry on or weep or pace. Get over it. I’m dying. Talk to me. Tell me to...

    A CANDLE FOR FLORENCE by Martta Kelly

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    Every year on the anniversary of the death of my mother, Florence, I struggle with the same dilemma: Should I light a yahrzeit candle in her memory, or not?  In Judaism, the...

    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...