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by Garrett Rowlan On a September night in Los Angeles , 1959, Pittsburgh Pirate pitcher Roy Face lost, and my father fell into the p...

by Adrienne Lindholm   I was 26 when I came to Alaska. For just one summer I wanted to be part of something noble that would help ...

by Louis Gallo                                  Grandma told us that it officially began when he said he wanted a little boy sailor s...

by Jean Venable                         It seems odd that at a terrible time in my life, the person who helped me the most was some...

by Natasha Lvovich   “I looked inside the temple and saw a single monk praying. From his body came several voices…He produced thes...

by Elizabeth Stainton Walker   Years later, sitting in my college physics class, I would learn about Schrödinger’s cat, and my tho...

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