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I need to buy paper to print out job position descriptions and rough drafts. To get by I use up old pages from repeat trainings, meeting...

I stepped towards the building and pulled open the glass door. Mom liked family breakfasts with all four of us nestled into booths. ...

My dad and I watch PBS at least one evening a week. The nature programs leave me too heartbroken and American Experience too unsettling....

A thirty five pound kettle bell. And, no help with a squat. “Aren’t we lucky we have two sides to do?” “No,” I shake my head. “I do not...

Spring weather is night and day Whether or not it's April or May. Slow waking Crisp air. Drunken lilacs. I tie my hood Thrust out my...

Would you rather is a game, a children’s game, a game very fitting, perhaps, for childhood when individuals have the least amount of...

Covers. Titles. Chapters. Human Beings. Human Books. Covers. Though well taught never to judge a book that way, it was the cover of...

Last Saturday I had to work the part time job that pays my bills. Those jobs I was meant for. . . that I was so good I could do...

“We should plant the potatoes this week. What’s your schedule?” The energy in my dad’s voice at the prospect belays the...