I. Seriously, the tree: Half orange/half green, like the reunification of Ireland. A dream on the misty-eyed lids of the hopeful. This is what I’d like to be – hopeful. A believer in rainbows, leprechauns and pots of gold. II. Today, the trees are gold – birches with smooth silver bark, young and unweathered. Trees …
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by Steve Bernstein Jimmy, Son “My Daddy used to miss some games. He had to work. Even on my birthday. And Christmas. Can I tell you something else? Now, I pretend daddy is in the bleachers, sitting next to mommy and my nonna.” Rosa, Neighbor “They buy last house, end of street. Then twins come. …
By D. K. McCutcheon I read for 15 years without stopping At 16 I woke to discover I’d never been kissed, and set out to find one Through my terrible 20’s I wandered the world searching At 32, on the exact opposite side of the planet, I found my kiss He’d been reading, but looked …
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By Anita Pappas-Raposa My mother wore Chanel No. 5 when she was a young woman. Sometimes, before I visit her at the nursing home, I dab a little on my neck from an old bottle that I use sparingly. I’m trying to make it last. The elegant perfume takes me back to evenings in the …
By Joan Axelrod-Contrada Fred’s ghost circles the room. A gust of cold air hits me in the face, and I drop a new coral-colored bra I’m packing for Date #10 with The New Guy. The shadowy apparition dips precariously close to my head. “Stop dive-bombing me!” I yell. “I need to get your attention.” “You …
By Mary Anne Slack I haven’t made a New Year’s resolution ever since I reread some old journals and realized that every year from the age of seventeen to thirty I wrote, “Get down to 120 pounds.” Undoubtedly I was once 120 pounds at some point, but I was most likely fourteen at the time. …
By Aisha-Sky Gates I was lying and it was best we kept it that way. After all, there were sixteen years of marriage to get through. I tried to begin Me in college in Missouri but it was the ‘70s. I had no right to expect care for sexual-assault-in-a-dorm-room. I couldn\’t say the words even …
By Mohammad Yadegari Almost every day, I passed by the horse-drawn carriages lined up for religious pilgrimages in Iraq. My father’s business was just a block away from where customers waited in line for rides. Occasionally, I accompanied our guests when they visited the area, and I loved the trip in the carriages. It was …
By Kari K. Ridge Her beans captured my attention in the bustling African market. Thousands of beans in dozens of colors, shades, speckles and sizes, overflowing from enormous burlap sacks. I was in Malawi to help women create writing circles in their villages, not to shop, but the beans were such a beautiful and surprising …
