Coming Through with the Balloons by Kirsten Wasson
Suffocated by small town life, weary of the frozen tundra of Ithaca, New York winters, I took trips down to Manhattan as often as I...
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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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Residence by Katharine Harvey
Some of my Mom’s belongings migrated to the new place and as years passed, I discovered what she left behind.
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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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Mom's Trump Card by Rick Whitaker
I asked my mom why Butch despised me--was it just because I was gay? No, Mom said, there’s more to it than that
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Young Man’s Desire: Memories of Boarding School in the '60s and '70s by Rod Madocks
Girls! Feminine giggles and shadowy shapes in the October dusk. There I was in the quadrangle between the library building and the chapel
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Christmas, Elsewhere by Heather Gatley
It was 1963. A blizzard blew across the grass outside the married quarters where we lived in RAF St Athan.
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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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Homemade Halloween by Auriel Roe
We’d hollow out rock hard swedes with sharp knives. When we lit the stump of a candle inside them, the smell of singed swede was beguiling.
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Migrants by Sam Letourneau
In 1975, my family emigrated from England to Australia. I escaped from a cold, dank, inner-city London to the bright sunshine of Perth.
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Houseproud by Ruth Badley
Mum’s strategy for keeping her domestic world in order involved a strict but predictable regime of household tasks that could not be altered
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When I was Famous by Neil Ferguson
The overcast sky and the wishy-washy-not-really-raining July weather is still considering its next step.
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