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by Sara Birch "You know, Short here saw angels in his window one night. They were floating around outside, lookin' in at him. ...

by J.D. Scrimgeour At the end of summer in 1982, my family drove me from our home in New Milford, Connecticut, a town of 20,000 in the...

by J. Malcolm Garcia Johnny wants to slam his burrito in my face. Wants to, will do—hard to read— but I’m leaning toward will do. Yo...

by Rosanne Trost It was another bitterly cold, dreary January day. Unseasonably cold. No sun for days. My mind and spirit matched the ...

by Susan D. Bernstein “My mama is mean,” Ruth used to say. I couldn’t see this myself. Miss Cora, as Ruth insisted her mother liked to...