AN EXTRAORDINARY WOMAN – By Patrick Hahn

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AN EXTRAORDINARY WOMANBy Patrick Hahn Did I ever tell you about my one degree of separation from the late Dwight David Eisenhower? That’s right, between me and the 34th President of the United States of...

ALEXA, PLAY RAIN by Michael Riordan

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I have trouble sleeping these days. So, I ask my Alexa device to play re-created sounds of falling rain, which she mixes with some low-toned thunder. Nightly melatonin stopped working, so this is giving...

THE FADE by Mary Casey Stark

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The Fade By Mary Casey-Sturk Five people living in a one-bedroom house was not unusual in my neighborhood. I suppose you could call it a neighborhood, though each street seemed to have an independent streak and...

THE PUSH by Dan Shiffman

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The Push My family had been friends with  Laura’s family since  I was in elementary school, but  I am five years older, and so we  didn’t have very  much to do with each other as...

MY ANCIENT ENEMY By Daniel Bailey

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RESTLESS RAMBLINGSby Sara Magruder  Complete and Utter NonsenseI sit in the living room at 1:30 am and begin writing. I know I am going to be tired and cranky in the morning, but I can’t...

ROAD TRIP by Elizabeth Bernays

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Road Trip “I want to take you camping in the motorhome.” “Really?” I replied doubtfully.  My background of camping involved long hikes with a backpack with sleeping bag and dried food. The crowded RV parks along...

SLOWLY SLIDING by Jennifer Hildebrandt

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December 29, 2016, Updated Death Wishes You don’t have to mourn or carry on or weep or pace. Get over it. I’m dying. Talk to me. Tell me to hurry the hell up. Or take...

A PISS ON THE CHEEK By Walker Thomas

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A PISS ON THE CHEEKBy Walker Thomas   My escape took me as far as Tucson, where I ditched the car and volunteered for the draft. I bussed to El Paso for basic training at Fort...

BLESSED ARE THE FREE IN SPIRIT. A JOURNAL IN COMPLICATED TIMES by Samuel...

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Blessed Are the Free in Spirit. A Journal in Complicated Times by Samuel Robert Piccoli Here we go again, a new book is born. A few weeks ago, when all the chapters were already written, I...

A RICE NOODLE STORY ( AND OTHER ENCOUNTERS) by Ying Xuan Chian

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A rice noodle story (and other encounters) My mother recently recounted a story to me about the passing of her grandfather. I then realized how grief can be such a beautiful yet wicked thing. My mother...