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Zucchini Heaven


The heat of the summer sun beat down as we fight with the hard ground to bring forth some sort of useable lifeform. All the unwanted pests and weeds have to be delivered from the garden, and holes and trenches must be dug so that the seeds will bear healthy fruit. Day by day, the plants grow as water sinks ...

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The Salt and the Penny


Retaining vivid memories has never been one of my strong suits. Childhood events brimming with gut-wrenching laughter and bright smiles are shadowed right alongside memories best kept in the dark. But somehow, despite my brain’s strange desire to erase my past, there is one memory inexplicably burned into the back of my retinas. Twelve years ago, my family vacationed down ...

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I don’t have a lot of friends. I can count those I have on one hand, two at most, and three of those are immediate family. A fourth I married. I was a bit of an anomaly upon arrival in Denmark. I wore boot-cut jeans, was darker complected than the average Dane, and spoke with such a thick accent that ...

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Cultural Identity Crisis…or Not?


It has been long said that there is a natural rhythm of the world, one that is esoteric in nature so that few may keep up with it. The rhythm of the world is a saucy tango, rich in sudden shifts of movement, the pulse endearing. Many instruments comprise this rhythm, but I have always considered myself a musically gifted ...

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The Silence That Swallows You Whole

small town

People like big cities because they don’t want to face the fact that the world is empty. In big cities, buildings and billboards and barricades block out the void, and if you walk fast enough, you can forget that the stillness is bound to catch up with you by nightfall. Small towns offer no such delusions. One look at a ...

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Aww Nutz


The last bite of meatloaf tasted just as good as the sixteen before it. I started shoveling a mix of mashed potatoes, corn, and gravy into my mouth. I had to eat as fast as possible if I wanted to be able to pick out my dessert before my brothers and sister. It was always a race to the finish, ...

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Mausoleum Mess


For some strange reason, for as long as I can remember I have been keenly fascinated with older grave yards. Something about reading headstones and imagining the life of the person bellow based on their name, birthday and death day is oddly fun. Even more so, doing this at night is thrilling and chilling and satisfies my morbid curiosity. The ...

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This Old Faded Ball


When I pick up the faded basketball, I immediately recognize the gold trimmed black Wilson logo on it. As I hold it in my hands, the ball almost molds into my now adult grip. However, as a young boy the fit was not always this perfect. Bouncing the ball I can smell the years of sweat that the leather holds. ...

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Like a Time Bomb

ship in a bottle

Sometimes he just disappears for hours. Often we will find him outside working in the yard. He may be meticulously cutting and trimming the grass, clipping the hedges, watering the flowers, or cleaning up the dog’s messes. Whatever the task may be that day, he is by himself. Occasionally, one of us kids will volunteer our assistance, and even when ...

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Familiar Faces


Have you ever looked at strangers and thought they look like someone you know? This happens to me all the time. I’m constantly saying, “You look familiar!” or “I feel like I know you.” So when I had this happen nine days before my sixteenth birthday in a courtroom full of strangers, I thought nothing of it. I was just ...

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