Nonfiction

    A GRATITUDE PERSPECTIVE by Diana Raab

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    A GRATITUDE PERSPECTIVEby Diana Raab, PhD When my kids were young, I was always reminding them that they needed to put their “problems” in the proper perspective. What was...

    FIFTY YEARS WITH CATS By Terry Sanville

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    FIFTY YEARS WITH CATSby Terry Sanville No, not the musical ­– but actual four-legged felines, critters that own property around the world and allow some humans to act as...

    CAMPING AS SOLACE byJosie Hughes

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    CAMPING AS SOLACEby Josie Hughes 1992Pregnant with my youngest son, between semesters working on a PhD in playwriting, I planned a trip with my husband and 3-year-old son to...

    THE BREATH OF A TIRE by BellaBianca Lynn

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    THE BREATH OF A TIREby BellaBianca Lynn Her round nose stands only about a foot or so away from the garage stairs. She seems to have had more addresses than I...

    OUR WHOLE LIFE IS A SERIES OF SIGNS By Jake Morrill

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    OUR WHOLE LIFE IS A SERIES OF SIGNSby Jake Morrill   I worked at a group home in Coralville, Iowa. It was for teens who could no longer live where they came from. From...

    REVISITING THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS: MYSTICISM, LOVE, AND MAGICAL SURREALISM by Wally...

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    REVISITING THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS: MYSTICISM, LOVE, AND MAGICAL SURREALISM by Wally Swist  Although there are several competitive themes vying for the one central theme in The House of the...

    WHITEBOARDS AND COURAGE by Beth Burgmeyer

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    WHITEBOARDS AND COURAGEby Beth Burgmeyer  The house that love built. I remember the slogan, but never really knew what a Ronald McDonald House was. Until now. Until tragedy brings...

    POSTMODERN MUD By Iggy J. Louis

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    POSTMODERN MUDby Iggy J. Louis    In Lieu Introductions and FrontiersA perfect ideology is as rare as common sense. There are near a billion perspectives when looking at what’s...

    THE PEOPLE I USED TO KNOW By Nate Tulay

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    POSTMODERN MUDby Iggy J. Louis    In Lieu Introductions and FrontiersA perfect ideology is as rare as common sense. There are near a billion perspectives when looking at what’s...

    WE THE LOSERS by Matthew Conte

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       WE THE LOSERSby Matthew Conte   I was standing by the oven when I saw them, clamped together tight as lovers on a station platform, beating each other. It was a midsummer Saturday at...