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    THE ANATOMY OF DISCONNECTED LINES by Tim Harris

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    The Anatomy of Disconnected Lines I first noticed him on the other side of Westbury Avenue, as we both made our way to the bus stop.

    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.

    GREAT EXPECTATIONS: A BIRTH STORY by Tom Sibley

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    Great Expectations: A Birth Story “She could be here by tomorrow morning.” my wife Rachel beamed.             I was equally as excited, “I just can’t wait...

    PUNCH YOU IN THE EYE by Rachael Wesley

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    Punch You in the Eye Have you ever been bullied?  If you attended high school, there’s a chance that you have been.  Movies have us programmed to think that...

    THE DOMESTIC SIDE OF IMPERIALISM by Mariana Graciano

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    The Domestic Side of Imperialism: An Argentine Mother Raising Black Kids during the Presidential Transition in the US By Mariana Graciano Fantasmas

    HOW COVID STRENGTHENED MY RELATIONSHIP by Sarah de Leon

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                              HOW COVID STRENGTHENED MY RELATIONSHIP I am at a weird, in-between stage in my relationship. My boyfriend hasn’t popped the big question yet, but everyone knows it...

    YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE by Laura Gaddis

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    You Are My Sunshine Evelyn and I rocked in the glider. With her birth two months before we expected, we had little more than a crib, mattress, and...

    FUTURE, PAST, PRESENT, AND ALL OF THE DAYS OF INFAMY AND GRACE IN-BETWEEN by...

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    Future, Past, Present And All of the Days of Infamy and Grace In-between One night in 2002 “Mom, do you ever wonder what...

    TWO DAYS IN BANGKOK by Teresa Yang

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    Two Days in Bangkok Two days before my flight to Thailand, the phone rang. “Terry…” my father’s voice wavered. In our family, phone calls were always...

    PRETTY ENOUGH by Grace Meadows

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    Pretty Enough Ever since I was a child, I knew I wanted to be beautiful. The kind of beautiful that merits a second glance when walking down the street,...