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by Dorothy M. Place   The spring of the year World War II ended my mother began to fantasize that our family would move to a farm....

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by Charles Bergman   In my mind, travel and forgetting have always been linked.   I’ve lived much of my life as if I could outrun ...

by Christina Holzhauser   Patsy Cline’s songs came at me from all directions during my childhood, especially from the direction o...

by Barbara Strauss             “My eyeglasses,” Zayda said in broken English, tearing through the kitchen utensil drawer, but he’d ne...