Nonfiction

    SAVING SOULS by Marian Fredal

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    Saving Souls We watched the door. All fifty of us in St. Sylvester School Grade 3 learned to listen and to watch for our teacher, a tall nun dressed...

    MY FATHER’S FEET by Ann Zuccardy

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    MY FATHER’S FEETBy Ann E. Zuccardy   The cinderblock walls were painted what was probably supposed to be soothing blue and the windows, heavy and industrial, were swathed in cheerful, frayed calico.  The autumnal...

    MICHAEL BRANCH AND THE ONLY TIME MY FATHER EVER SMOKED POT By Leslie...

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    MICHAEL BRANCH AND THE ONLY TIME MY FATHER EVER SMOKED POTby Leslie Bohem In the spring of 1971, I dropped out of UC Berkeley midway through my junior year...

    DON’T GO ANYWHERE by James Hanna

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    Since retiring and moving to Florida, my wife, Mary, and I have become news junkies. This is not because we have more time to fill, but because the news has acquired the...

    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.

    THE TRANSCENDENT POWER OF BROTHERLY LOVE by Allen Maller

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    God made human beings because God loves stories. (Elie Wiesel) There are all kinds of stories. Some are taken from reality and processed through inspiration, other rise up from an instant of...

    APPARITIONS OF THE PAST by Aysel Basci

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    APPARITIONS OF THE PASTBy Aysel Basci  From time to time, when I look back on my life and ask myself what my happiest memories are, as some of us...

    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...

    BIG AND BIGGER LIES: Did We All Just Fall Off the Turnip Truck? By...

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    Recently I came across a magazine that featured photos of postcards inmates of the Nazi death camps at Lublin had written in the early 1940’s. The inmates were urged to send postcards...

    WHEN YOU’RE AGORAPHOBIC AND YOUR HUSBAND GETS CANCER by Suellen Meyers

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    When You’re Agoraphobic and Your Husband Gets Cancer Seated on a cold concrete bench outside Saint Rose Hospital, I saw my brother-in-law and his new girlfriend coming up the...