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A Moment Of Truth, Pam Klein
A Moment Of Truth, Pam Klein
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In my daydream, I had a mug of hot cocoa in one hand, Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in my other hand, and a space heater at my feet. I had no reason to shiver, no reason to want to be elsewhere, no reason to wonder why Cody and I had spent the night with Cody’s parents, which made it nearly impossible to get out of deer hunting. In my daydream, I had no reason to wish Larry and Lori didn’t suspect I would accidently burn their house down if I’d stayed behind to cook them supper. In my daydream, I …
Mass Transit, Elizabeth A. Cook
Mass Transit, Elizabeth A. Cook
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The most embarrassing secrets are usually the most boring. I might, for instance, tell you that I am 39 and like to hum show tunes in the shower and wear briefs and not boxers, but I would never tell you that every Thursday, at precisely seven a.m., I step on to the Number 7 bus at the 100th Street stop and do not get off for hours.
Softly Falls The Light Of Day, Tate Fontenot
Softly Falls The Light Of Day, Tate Fontenot
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Wisps of heaven pushed the waves against the side of our canoe; traveling across lakes and forests, I guided the youngest of scouts through the emerald and sapphire pieces of Minnesota, the oldest Boy Scout in our group by two years. By the adults who accompanied us, I had been given lecture upon lecture about my status as a leader to the boys. We would canoe ten miles a day portaging our canoes over one mile landfalls; our strokes felt heavy but touched lightly upon the surface of the water and our spirits lifted into the clouds. Something happens to …
Open-Toed Steps, Sarah Wagner
Open-Toed Steps, Sarah Wagner
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"Today my friend Ralph told me that cheese is just as tasty three weeks past the expiration date. He says that cheese is meant to be moldy." It’s my Daughter Morgan’s voice echoing in the kitchen of our high-rise penthouse suite. She has quite the imagination. So much that she seems to have dreamed up a new friend she refers to as, Ralph.
Grandpa's Move, Emily Burney
Grandpa's Move, Emily Burney
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"Grandpa had a stroke." My dad’s voice echoed across a vast distance and my hand tightened around the phone. I heard my voice respond sympathetically, a reflex. It was like hearing something sad on the news, but what do you do? My parents are divorced, my dad lives thousands of miles away, and I barely know my grandpa.
The Dream Vacation, Emily Burney
The Dream Vacation, Emily Burney
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Nora woke up before her alarm went off. She half-wished she could go back to sleep, but her internal clock was too stubborn to allow it. The room was still dark, and she lay for several minutes, listening to the silence and watching the glowing red numbers on the digital clock across the room. She treated the device warily, like a wild animal that sat encaged on her bookshelf. She hated the harsh sound of it enough to get up every morning and trot across the room to turn it off before it awoke.