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by Kellie L. Thurman Back in the day, she was built like a brick shit house. By back in the day, I’m referring to the 80s, when sex, dr...

by Dreama Pritt “Simone Weil was right; there are only two things that pierce the human heart: beauty and affliction. Moments we wish w...

by Chelsey Clammer My first sponsor was a four-foot-two black woman who used to be a police officer. I do not remember her name. She wo...

by Cathleen Calbert             When I made the trek to Minnesota from Rhode Island, I knew I’d moved to the Land of Introverts. Not on...

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 ...