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 their staff. Men are supposed to...

I COULD ONLY HEAR HER SILENCE By Juanita Tovar Mutis

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HOLD HER ONCE AGAINby Juanita Tovar  IIt’s Saturday. Sábado. In the AM. The sky is a solid shade of light blue, unclouded and pristine. Its pastel hues are reflected on Juanita’s red sunglasses as she...

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: LOST AND FOUND by Anu Kumar

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My first encounter with Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice was an old Dean and Son edition from 1950. It's sharp-edged hardbound cover, glazed and awash with colors, showed a man in a long frock...

A HUNDRED PENNIES By Christopher Major

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A HUNDRED PENNIESby Christopher Major Sundays are usually reserved for cleaning and nothing else. I’d made up in my mind that anything worthwhile happened between Mondays and Saturdays. It was this Sunday, however, that had...

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 Spirits, atonement, both divine and secular, runs...

WINTER IN CANBERRA: TIME TO HEAL by Sacha Paterson

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Winter in Canberra: Time to Heal I land in Sydney in the late afternoon. The humid air hits me immediately as I leave baggage claim and head towards arrivals. My family are waiting for me...

THE PSYCHOPATH By Wendy Swift

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THE PSYCHOPATHby Wendy Swift I struggle to grasp that Danny is an alcoholic, despite the glaring evidence. I understand drinking is a way of life for him, to the extent that when our kids reach...

JOY By Allen Long

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    JOYby Allen Long  In December 2016 in the San Francisco Bay area, I drove to my orthopedic surgeon’s office in considerable pain.  Despite near-agony in my right leg, I experienced a sudden overpowering joy.  It...

FINDING FAMILY by Stefanie Wass

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My husband has always known he was adopted. I found out by sticking my foot in my mouth. Early in our courtship, when we were both in our twenties, my over six-foot tall husband showed me...

THE MESSAGE FROM THE CROCHETED DRESS By Maggie Gleason

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THE MESSAGE FROM THE CROCHETED DRESSby Maggie Gleason I had been in San Cristobal de las Casas before. It’s a town with rectangular channels of short, rainbow colored buildings and cobble stone streets located in...