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by Kelsie Shaw           She left me on a Tuesday, three years after we met, one year after I realized I loved her. We weren't toge...

by Jean Ryan Receptionists, store clerks, civil servants—many people here call me Miss Jean. Surnames are largely ignored, as if they a...

by Cynthia Aarons To the backdrop of Regan’s echoing words Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall —I took piano lessons. When no one was lo...

by Susan Eve Haar There are many appeals to Las Vegas aside from my brother—my youngest, at a California college, will not come east; ...