I’ve spent most of my life perplexed by America’s problem with race. When I was five, my father died. From one day to the next,
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Time by Laura Jean Moore
Again it rained in the afternoon, like a blessing on the hot land. The air cracked with the relief of it, and the day’s increasing
A Woman Alone by Kelly Davio
It was a small table, barely big enough for me, my glass, and the sheaf of papers I had spread out before me, but that’s
Gifts by Joe Mills
“Why do we remember the past but not the future?” – Stephen Hawking It’s the children’s bed-time, a transition period that is almost always difficult
The Streets Are Full of Blood by Laura Jean Moore
Police murders are like cockroaches: for every one you see there are a hundred others. “Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing
The Only Girl in the Known Universe by Siân Griffiths
“From the moment Princess Leia appeared on screen, my friends and I loved every inch of her, from her flowing dress to her elaborate side buns. We wanted to inhabit her skin, to take on her confidence and resolve. We knew immediately Leia was no ordinary princess, no demure damsel in distress. A child herself, surrounded by danger on every side, she antagonized her captors with a fierce and unflinching wit: “Governor Tarkin, I should have expected to find you holding Vader’s leash. I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board.” Yes, we cheered. You tell it, girl. Stick it to the man.”
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