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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue just came out, and all over America librarians are flipping through its pages and rolling their eyes. The swimsuit issue, which isn't actually about swimwear at all, but, is, instead, about young, beautifully shaped female…
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Dark hung over the night like an occupation force. Across the street a Cuban diner fought it off with green and yellow neon lights, Latin rhythm beating through the air.
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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The bird studies me, we lock stares, with no care for who blinks first, birds don’t do macho stand-off.
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While I was still new at Black & Twigg, shortly before Thanksgiving, Percy brought me a handwritten memo to type, the subject “Turkey Hunt,” addressed to all Black & Twigg employees in the San Francisco office from management. It said that the firm…
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'Do you feel that, my little one?' Stillness. Calm. I felt the baby move her tiny little feet and smiled.
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It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
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He shivered in his robe and pajama pants as the showdown with the piggy bank continued on this dark winter’s night. He couldn’t resist the cute dots for eyes, the stubby legs and perked up ears.
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He asked me to bury him in Vegas.
Instead, I had him cremated in Trenton.
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Beautiful,
a country left abandoned by the parade path.
The soldiers that typically occupy this place,
temporarily removed to neighboring lands;
congregating together,
backs to the native.
I benefit from the accidental diversion.
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The bar sounds grew (as bar sounds will) until everything rushed together -- clinking glass, tinkling ice, laughter and zippers going down then up.
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Melinda said forget the kegger last night, what we’re about to do will help you figure out whether you want to apply here.
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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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“If they look that good in shorts.” I warned him once, in a candid, humorous moment, “Then they’re probably too young for you to look at.”
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She can never say why, but guilt rides her bones
like the spirit. She rubs worry raw.
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Whenever Mommy was gone, Josh Forcett's father made him eat staples, often by the spoonful.
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When she told me to write itI did; I scratched out what I wanted to sayin quick print letters. Not all of it.I could never get it all out in an hour but thegeneral idea was definitely there. We had to finish it in the rain becausewe couldn't light the…
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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Our mothers died in childbirth. Taken in by the village, our new mothers taught us to wave at the river boats, to sell our trinkets to tourists. They offered us coins of a foreign currency and little pathetic smiles. By nightfall, our fingers bled. Then came…
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“What would you think if I committed adultery?”
She pauses very briefly before replying.
“What, you got time on your hands?”
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The Viper turns so quickly that Father's grabbing hand now faces its head instead of its tail.
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in cinematic snippets, ten-second scenes of twelve Sons …
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While the other kids blew bubbles, Maddy clung to my neck. She didn't cry or scream, and she held on loosely, not with the death grip some kids have. For five Wednesday afternoons, Maddy wrapped her pudgy arms over my shoulders and rested her bottom on m
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Under the dirty orange glow of sodium streetlights, the glistening pavement looks slick, but it’s only just wet. The mid-November temperature is cool—quite mild, actually, for this late time of year—still hovering in the upper 30s—so far posing only the
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark? I work in a library. I've seen that, and more.
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Warren Jeffries had called me on the phone the night before and said, “Listen to this,” as he held the receiver out his bedroom window at the noise coming from the riot on campus. They were spraying gas over People’s Park, trying to get them to disp
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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