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by Annie Dawid         By that time, I’d broken almost every rule I would break. The smart girl from the “good” family,” I’d slept with...

by Sheila Luna The Vietnam Wall rises out of the ground, a big wave of polished black granite with 58,267 names glittering in the sun. ...

by Desirée Magney           The familiar Marimba African rhythms chimed and I glanced at my iPhone to see who was calling. “Blocked Cal...

by Julie Whitlow Mosul, Tikrit, Fallujah, Baghdad, Ramadi—the names roll off of my tongue for no other reason than these were flashpoin...

by Mary Pfeiffer For some forty-eight years, Ronald Kraft harbored a nagging notion of an unfinished task. If he retained a restlessnes...