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by Carla Charleston   My North Florida world is about to change.   Dark billowing clouds suspend above the earth—a cold front is ...

by Amanda Forbes Silva I try to cajole myself into thinking that chaperoning the fifth grade's overnight camping trip could be the clo...

by Heather Rick   I was walking southeast on Milwaukee and my tights were slipping down my legs. It was the kind of winter day tha...

by Eric Torgersen   I’m out walking, three quarters of a mile from my house, breaking in the hiking boots I’ve just bought because...

by John Palen   I had my own newspaper for a while, a one-man monthly in a small town halfway between Detroit and the Mackinac Bri...

by Jesika Feather Joe moves with the light gait of a man who’s spent his life wrangling brief footing from loose stones. He has a sli...

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....