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I look down at my paper that was once crisp and white, fresh from the printer, and now it is so covered with writing that I struggle to find space to…
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To Be Alone with Agnes: I didn’t want her to die. I stood on the other side of the curtain with my eyes squeezed shut and listening hard. I could hear the…
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A Violet Battle Flag: Somehow, I found myself genuinely, internally distressed about color choices I was debating between painting a room in the upstairs…
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The postcard read, “One memory of Iran, that I present of my very perty (sic) Sara,” and was signed, “Bahman and Reza.” The card showed a picture of a…
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I’ve always told my children, “Don’t hitchhike and don’t pick up hitchhikers.” But, in truth, from my own experience, I’ve found that hitchhiking can lead…
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Top entries from the 13th Annual Celebration of Reflective and Creative Writing (2015):It’s never easy to deal with sickness and death, but nurses do it…
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My son gave me a record player for Christmas. Here is how it works. You turn a knob to switch on the power. You place the vinyl LP onto the turntable. You…
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The U.S. military relies heavily on the skills of its fighter pilots -- an elite group of men and women with a challenging skill set. Nelson County writer…
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I’m deep into recycling old papers one day when I come upon a small handful of very thin ones, all the same size, with “US Postal Service” printed on…
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Tis the season when small children write letters to Santa Claus, often providing their parents with helpful hints for shopping. Charlottesville author…