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My Grandmother's Pie Plate

My Grandmother's Pie Plate By Kiley Bense   |  September 24, 2018
I'm the one filling it now, and I've never minded sugar under my fingernails less. Its surface is dark with shine; it's been swallowing butter and heat for two lifetimes at least....

The Band Reunited and We All Bought Tickets

The Band Reunited and We All Bought Tickets By Darlene Young   |  September 17, 2018
Praise God for a venue with a parking lot....

Vantage Point

Vantage Point By Donna Steiner   |  September 10, 2018
Some boys found a little brown bat in the parking lot outside the surgeon's office. Delicate as a tea bag, they poked it with a stick, kicked it....

A Grandmother Listens

A Grandmother Listens By Gail Hosking   |  September 3, 2018
She is a bird in song with whole consonants flying out of the cave of her tiny mouth, the tones airborne like a floating leaf. She hands me a block, and with it comes language not yet molded into comprehension, but so sweet, that I listen carefully like one does on a forest walk....

A Failing Body Summons a Restless Mind: A Polio Memoir

A Failing Body Summons a Restless Mind: A Polio Memoir By Katharine Coldiron   |  September 1, 2018
Sandra Gail Lambert is not interested in being anyone's inspiration. If this review called her memoir in essays, A Certain Loneliness, inspiring, the author would recoil....

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