HOME AND THE WORLD by Michael Mooring

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Home and the World “To be a mass tourist, for me, is to become a pure late-date American: alien, ignorant, greedy for something you cannot ever have, disappointed in a way you can never admit....

THE ASHUWILLTICOOK TRAIL, THE OLD MAN’S LAST RIDE by Wayne Bizer

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The Ashuwillticook Trail, The Old Man’s Last Ride By Wayne Bizer As he removed his bike from the trunk of his car, the old man thought everything must come to an end. Like him, the bike...

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...

REMAINS by Melissa Ballard

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Remains 2013 Mom died seven weeks ago. My husband and I are working at her condo, as we do every Saturday. We are cleaning and sorting and donating. Friends have come to claim what they want,...

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...

SHATTERED AT FIVE – By L. B. Boe

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SHATTERED AT FIVEBy L.B. Boe Uncle Mike built an apartment for us in his basement where the four of us—Mom, my brother and sister, and I—lived while Daddy was in Vietnam. It was a real...

THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU by Frank Emerson

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THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU Of all the letters associated with the American Civil War, two stand out as arguably the most beautiful and touching – certainly the best known. Abraham Lincoln's poignant,...

THE MOST SCARIEST THING by Riley Winchester

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The Most Scariest Thing I am obsessed with time. The obsession started my sophomore year of college when I had to take a science class with a lab in order to fulfill the science...

NOTES FROM THE FATHER FIELD by Lisa Romeo

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Notes from the Father Field by Lisa Romeo Though my father never touched the large-number cell phone I once gave him, I like to think that, if he’d lived longer, and had I the patience to...

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...