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bio Stories sharing the extraordinary in ordinary lives by Jono Walker I read Gilead a number of years ago, which means I’ve ...

by Rebecca Marks I have never considered myself to be an overly sentimental person.   While I pin old Playbills from my favorite Broadwa...

by Donald Dewey I never came close to climbing into the ring as a contender and my brother never ended up hanging from a meat hook in a...

by Amy Herting The words reach out through the years to touch the heart of every parent in any age. The grave is weathered, ornate and...

by Kristin Troyer The tour was meant to deter us grade-schoolers, I guess, from slipping checkout-aisle candy bars in our pockets or ...

  by Janna Vought             I was raped.  Yes, rape, that dirty four letter word that makes people cringe with discomfort.  Yes, rape...

by Sheila Morris In 1965 when I was a freshman in college my parents bought their first home ever in Rosenberg , Texas , after almost twe...