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The Eyebrows Have It by Helen Kreeger
‘You look great for a woman of your age.’ Nice try hubby, but next time just leave out the last six words.
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Stroke Struck by Michael De Rosa
Stroke flashed through my mind, but as a question, not a statement. Heart attacks and strokes were for other men in their mid-seventies.
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Granny in my Backyard by Brian Rush McDonald
Our home was in a rural area on seven acres of land, one acre of it cleared for our yard.
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Claribel By Deborah Nash Ott
Claribel Nash neé Wiese had been a school-teacher, too. For a time in a one-room schoolhouse near Cumberland, Indiana
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Extra-Special Bean Soup by Colleen Halupa
Summers in Schuylkill County, PA were halcyon days in regards to food.
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Daisy’s House in the Arms of Merlin by Heather Gatley
On a map it resembles the arms and hat of Merlin. It is a place where three rivers pour their hearts into the Irish sea
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Inflated Xmas by Liane U'Prichard
It's hard to be convincing about Christmas decorating in Florida even if you're a native.
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Aunt Jean by Tracy Kauffman Wood
Aunt Jean would read popular psychology books on the #50 trolley as it bounced down Fourth Street in fits and starts toward Passyunk Avenue.
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Biden in the Elevator, Trump in the Bar
Biden immediately dropped his briefcase and contorted himself into a wrestler’s crouch, hands in front ready to strike.
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The Posthumous Poems of Leighton Bloom by Auriel Roe
he'd predicted that, one day, a computer would be so compact it would take up considerably less space than the average garage.
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Ravelling by Lulu Allison
My grandfather died of a broken heart six weeks after my grandmother. He had not expected to live without her
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Whitehaven Revisited by James Bloom
My wife’s whole family comes from Whitehaven, a small, sleepy port city on the northernmost reach of the west coast of England.
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Our Mother by Mark Scott
Not long after our brother Craig died, my aunt and I were standing in the kitchen, drinking champagne.
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45th at the 21 by James Bloom
Look! Dick and Jane are old. Dick's body is failing. Jane's mind is fading. See their middle aged son take them out to dinner. See him run!
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