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Wild/Life

Wild/Life

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Traveling Mexico has its own challenges. So why do I always want to crank the danger up to 11?more

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

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My grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. more

Marriage Laundry

Marriage Laundry

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Sam was teetering underneath that fragile leave-stay threshold. She had to make it just past that…more

This Is Not A Toy!

This Is Not A Toy!

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It’s when Mitch brings her to Barry and Minnie’s 14th Annual Grillin’ & Chillin’ Cookout that Barry begins to covet. A childish craving, the kind that happens when another’s new plaything renders yours boring and lame and obsolete. He takes her in from behind mirrored shades. The way she laughs at their dumb jokes, likemore

Sometimes The Air Stills

Sometimes The Air Stills

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A boy under the cancerous spell of his abusive father. A town under the deprived grip of misogyny and violence. Both stunted and silenced with fear.more

Somewhere Without Trees

Somewhere Without Trees

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No one broke Jesus’ legs, but someone made Him bleed. more

Dropping Dimes

Dropping Dimes

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There was barely anyone on the highway. Tony felt it was a mixed blessing: he wanted to need to pay attention, to not think about things other than working within the flow of traffic, but he also wanted to get there quickly. He remembered something a teammate, Liam, had once told him: to be good,more

Fly Away Home

Fly Away Home

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There was purity and punishment to fighting and a release valve at the end of his fists.

OR…

Sometimes birds lose their way or have an accident.
Sometimes they become victims of predators.more

The Silence of Small Rooms

The Silence of Small Rooms

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The elevator is full to bursting. Intolerably hot is how you would describe it, if pressed. Wall to wall. Elbow meet elbow. You’re eyeballing the orderlies and patients and visitors all around you, trying to dead-reckon their weight and then compare to the oxidated inspection plaque that lists the elevator’s carrying capacity as Max 4more

Many Ways to Find Out

Many Ways to Find Out

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I might have let timidity be my guide had Hannie not started in with her Saturday sojourns. She just started disappearing. I would be in the backyard mowing the lawn or moving boxes into the attic. I would return to the kitchen for something or to make lunch and she would be gone.more