THE FOUR OF US LOST THE STREET by Hellen Albuquerque

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Nós quatro perdemos a rua Por Hellen Albuquerque Quando eu tinha 11 anos, me mudei de escola. Novo uniforme, agora azul escuro com listras amarelas laterais que me faziam parecer parte oficial dos Correios. Novos nomes...

CAGED CITY by Kristal Peace

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a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage Several years ago, I visited Detroit, Michigan. I have no plan to do that again. Ever. Driving into Detroit from a surrounding...

XIFAKI, A SOUTH AFRICAN SOCCER GRANNY by Jean Duffy

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Xifaki, A South African Soccer Granny “I am eighty-six years old. I don’t know what my mates say when they look at me. Most of them do not even believe that I am that old....

AN INTERRUPTION IN TIME by Olga Katsovskiy

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An ambulance slowly drives past in silence. I am standing by the four-foot-tall Christmas tree by the window, looking past the snowflake decals taped on the cold glass. The ambulance comes with no sirens...

EVERYTHING I LEARNED ABOUT BEING AN ARTIST I LEARNED FROM RUNNING by Carlos Cajina

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Yesterday afternoon the snow had finally begun falling from the sky. Mid-January, with barely any snow on the ground, was a runner's dream in Canada. Despite the cold and rainy conditions that fogged my...

THE COUNTING OF LITTLE BIRD by Deena Goldstein

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The Counting of Little Bird, by Deena Goldstein (excerpt, from OK, Little Bird) After two months of observing the pandemic visitation restrictions, I learn I’m able to visit my father through the screen of his...

POINT BRAKE by Tara Layne

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Alarms ending in seven were just one of the latest products of my sporadic self-diagnosed OCD. My phone began beeping at 5:37 am. The bottle of Trader Joe’s Two-Buck Chuck I’d downed the night...

MY BODY IS MY MEMORIAL by Barbara Ann Bush

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I was 14 when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded on January 28, 1986. I was glued to the classroom television because, like other school children in the US, I was actively taken along on...

THE MISBEGOTTEN TEAM by Paul Perilli

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This came back to me years later when my brother and I were moving my mother to a smaller apartment in Waltham, Massachusetts. I was cleaning out a drawer when I came across a batch...

LETTING GO OF “WHAT IF” – OUR PARENTING STORY Cynthia Damon

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Letting Go of “What If”: Our Parenting Story “What if” questions, especially for parents, can be terrifying. Children’s books can help. “What If…” When my wife and I were informed by the fertility clinic that she was...