THE RACIST INSIDE US, AN EVOLUTIONARY PERSPECTIVE by Bill Portela

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The Racist Inside Us, An Evolutionary Perspective THE RACIST INSIDE US: AN EVOLUTIONARY PERSPECTIVE By Bill Portella Out of three-billion sequenced DNA codes in the human genome, chimpanzees share 99% of our hieroglyphs letter for letter. Would eyebrows...

LESS WE FORGET by Gretchen Weaver

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“Her name is Dua Lipa, mom, not Leepa Dupa,” says my very exasperated 15-year-old son.    “Oh, you know who I’m talking about,” I laugh it off, but ugh. My own mother does this too—goofs up the...

OSCAR WILDE IN BOCA By Emanuele Pettener

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OSCAR WILDE IN BOCAby Emanuele Pettener A few years ago I went to Mass, here in Boca Raton, Florida, where I live. Mass began and before the Gospel a distinguished lady went up to the...

NOTHING THERE By Megan Madramootoo

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NOTHING THEREby Megan Madramootoo  I watched Seth quietly and quickly disappear behind the off-white front door as he held something small and box-like between his two hands. When the door slammed behind him, I immediately began to...

BLUEBEARD’S TREASURE By Joseph Albanese

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BLUEBEARD'S TREASUREby Joseph Albanese    There was treasure in those woods. He knew it. Even at five-years old, he knew it. There were ghosts in those woods as well. He knew this too.The Boy knew this...

WHAT LIARS THEY ARE by Frank Kowal

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                                                       What Liars They Are!                                                            by Frank Kowal      It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor of my living room. In those days the TVs were...

THE RIVER ROSE by Meg Jerit

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The River Rose             Things started to feel differently. A rash began to creep up my neck. A knowing was gnawing inside of me, but it eluded my fingertips daily so that I could not...

SHAPING BEHAVIOR By Isabelle Runge

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SHAPING BEHAVIORby Isabelle Runge I pressed my foot firmly into the gas pedal, maneuvering in and out of lanes at an anxious pace. With one hand on the wheel, I reached my other into the...

OUR CELLS By McKenzie Fletcher

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OUR CELLSby McKenzie Fletcher  People want me to talk about it. They say it will help. But I am more focused on the way the chair feels hard and cold under me, so the memories...