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by Claude Clayton Smith             I turned sixteen during March of my sophomore year in high school and several days later began searchin...

by Sheila Morris “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” ---Hebrews, Chapter XI, Verse 1       ...

by Aimee Henkel We shared a ward together, he and I; the kind of place you find homeless junkies, schizophrenics, shell-shocked wanderers, d...

by Cathy Roy “Honey, Clark ’s here,” my mother yelled from the kitchen. The white curtains blew gently over the avocado countertop.   “You...

by Cherri Randall             In 1966, my mother works in a wallet factory and my father and I drive around in his Chevy Apache truck.   He ...