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Open Mic: Irresponsibly Grown...Recently, as I walked through the produce section of a grocery store, I passed a sign that said, “Responsibly Grown Potatoes.” Naturally, I began to…
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Mother's Day is coming up. It's a time to reflect on how much our moms have done for us -- and, with the passage of time, how much we can do for them.…
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Before Earnest Hemingway, John Updike, or Breece Pancake, I read books written by Earl Hamner, Jr. His most notable titles, Spencer’s Mountain and The…
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Snow slowly began to rise along the windowsill. Outside, the frozen flag lapped against the frigid pole, the rope clanged against it in the wintry winds.…
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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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I don’t mind turning fifty, really I don’t. I suppose after you lose your hair at thirty, aging just becomes an abstraction: I can’t really go gray after…
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I never wanted a dog. Growing up, my main interactions with dogs involved being chased by the junkyard variety. Years ago, my ten-year-old son, Ian, began…
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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…