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by Carol D. Marsh I’d had it. No matter that I was the one who had dreamed of this place for years, had slogged through the building...

by Susan Lago             My aunt is sixty-eight years old and lives in a two-room house in a picaresque Vermont town. From floor to ce...

by Amanda Forbes Silva         I stretch on tiptoes to inspect the choices behind the glass. Although I am only six years old, I alre...

by Lisa Richter My father has collected us from our scattered lives to huddle here with him. We are in the family home, in the basemen...

by Daniel W. Weinrich “You don't drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.” The headlines today told of how ...

by Paul Pekin         I'm no good at political arguments, one side always right, the other always wrong. The current uproar over po...