THE SHOW MUST GO ON – By Sally Miller

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THE SHOW MUST GO ONBy Sally Miller In 1983, when I was ten years old I performed in the best original (very) off Broadway production our family living room had ever staged. It was a...

TRAVEL by Ates Yersu

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“WE TRAVEL NOT TO ESCAPE LIFE, BUT FOR LIFE NOT TO ESCAPE US.” ANONYMOUS We feel a temporary sense of immortality when we are taking a trip, especially when we are on a train, looking at...

NOTES GOING UNDERGROUND By Joram Piatigorsky

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NOTES GOING UNDERGROUNDby Joram Piatigorsky   Ladies and gentleman, thank you for inviting me – an ordinary man who, like most, thinks himself special but knows he isn’t – to deliver my own eulogy at my...

BOOK COLLECTING AS A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE By Fred White

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BOOK COLLECTING AS A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE By Fred White  “Welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, Daniel. . . . Every book, every volume you seehere, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote...

HANDBOOK – By John P. Midkiff

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HANDBOOKBy John P. Midkiff Another day kneeling on the purple-carpeted spring floor. Cartwheel, back walkover, back handspring, round-off two. Skill after skill, every kid is different, and I spot them all, helping them position themselves,...

THE PRICE OF GINGER – By John Davidson

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THE PRICE OF GINGERBy John Davidson “Have time for a story?” The driver looked over his shoulder. It was after midnight. After three in the time zone where I had gotten up. It would be busy...

“THE TRUTH OF BEING AS NON BEING” A Search for Truth within...

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THE TRUTH OF BEING AS NON BEINGA Search for Truth within a Limited PerceptionBy Lauren Bush In “The Medium of Fiction”, William H. Gass suggests, “That novels should be made of words, and merely words, is shocking.”...

OUR BEAUTIFUL TAHOMA by Mike Nolan

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Our Beautiful Tahoma by Mike Nolan When my grandmother was hospitalized, I received a phone call from my dad. “Drop what you’re doing and drive home,” he instructed me. “Grandma’s in intensive care and not expected...

TRAINS by Donna Stramella

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TRAINSBy Donna Koros Stramella Growing up, we visited two houses on Christmas Eve. But we were only allowed to talk about one.After my dad arrived home from work, we drove through the oil-stained Baltimore Harbor...

THE GOLD CHAIR By Rebecca Johnson

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THE GOLD CHAIRBy Rebecca Johnson  It was The Gold Chair that turned everything upside down. It was not an ornate kind of chair. It was not made for Medieval Kings with real gold, fancy scrolling,...