In this wintry poem, Diana delves into her childhood Christmases: loss, reinvention, and belonging.
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Join Angela, a devoted cat sanctuary worker, as she writes an obituary for a beloved cat on Christmas eve. Joyful, witty, and touching.
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Follow along with David Sapp’s journey of rebellion and self-discovery, in his essay exploring family, religion, and finding one’s true path.
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Explore profound grief and a child’s whimsical coping mechanisms in ‘Magical Thinking,’ a poignant tale beautifully crafted through vivid imagination.
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Dive into the nostalgic tapestry of ‘Fourth Thursday in November,’ an evocative journey through seven decades of Thanksgiving memories. From black-and-white football games to unexpected road trips, this heartfelt narrative ...
“Too much simplicity conceals the hollows where what is unspoken lurks in the darkness.” A meditation on family dynamics.
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“This time scribbled across the front, reads, ‘Baci a Tutti Tua Rosa.’” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “Baci a Tutti” by Gabrielle Dufrene.
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He doubts if moving in with her might have felt too natural a course to take. Natural enough for him to forget when. And he doubts he’s the only guy ...
Toward the end, Ben had taken to carrying a photo of himself in his wallet. On the surface, he knew it seemed an act of extreme and unfounded vanity but, ...
In 15 minutes a dead man would walk through the door and have a seat at the booth.
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He has no recollection of Abba jee, my grandfather; he met him only once when he was barely three. But he has inherited the fear I have long harboured in ...
My goal is to reclaim what was lost.
Nadja ...
Above all, my father was benevolent; a man of the people, and of all living creatures.
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I was sixteen and mesmerized by the graffiti – framed by tunnels, bridges, and walls of industrial buildings. It seemed the only view on an Amtrak train from Springfield, Mass ...
Photo by Rick Pilot.
Be quiet.
You’ve been living in a strange house. It’s a sunny afternoon, but Mom’s upstairs with a stomach ache and Dad’s mapping a route. He’s desperate to ...
Blondirikard Fröberg.
The trees are shades; hovering ghosts. I’m going to see my mother in her village. The compartment is warm; my wife is asleep. I can almost go to sleep ...
The fate of a beloved snail, who might be the last of their kind.
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Four microfictions that dig into familial relationships in unexpected ways
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Grief brings disillusionment
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A brother reacts to his sister’s new boyfriend
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