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Charlie

Tammy Em.

"Charlie...Charlie...are you daydreaming again? It's work time now, please get your pencil," asks Ms. Amy sweetly. Charlie Madison is in the 3rd grade, at KB Woodward Elementary school. Generally, he ... [+]

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The Waiting

Kilmeny Ma.

Near Paulo's home, in the rich deep earth, dark eggs lay. They waited for decades, to be brought to hatch. When they hatched, they hatched death, or dismemberment, bursting forth with all the energy ... [+]

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Absolution

Jeremy Gl.

It was real cold that night, not just Miami cold, and it was late. I'd had to wait until the girls were asleep to go out into the pre-Christmas lunacy of the mall because my wife and I were keeping up ... [+]

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The Tiger Talk

Stephen Hu.

Royals Primary has the second grade corralled into the gym. "What you want to do," I tell the kids, "is draw a mask that looks a lot like your face. As close as you can get it, except we're going to ... [+]

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Disappearing Acts

Erin Ki.

When she left, Anita took Mom's valise, the round one with the wooden handle from Eaton's department store. Mom was furious. She'd had it on hold at the store for weeks while she earned enough to pay ... [+]

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A Happy Color

Lynn As.

Jake lay in the darkness, the sun creeping under the shade...thinking why should he get out of bed. He had no place to go, no one to see and nobody would be coming to visit.  He probably wouldn't get ... [+]

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Maggie and Mary

L N Hu.

First thing every day, I count out the same colorful cocktail of medications into Mother's four containers: morning, midday, evening meal and nighttime. Two pink pills shortly after waking up, and ... [+]

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Paper and Ink

Mountain No.

She didn't think herself a racist. She'd had black school friends, worked with black women at the restaurant, and watched Oprah daily.But when her seven-year-old, white daughter brought home a ... [+]

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Bar Lines

Kris Lo.

The first time it really hits me, I'm staring at the peeling paint on the doorknob.I long ago memorized the feeling of coming home – the click of my key in the door, the scent of Mom's stir fry on ... [+]

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The Newspaper Tunnel

Helen O'.

The house seems incongruous on the immaculate street. There are weeds invading the spaces between the broken tiles that lead up to the flaking front door, and a plastic bag rustles, as it struggles to ... [+]

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The Men in the Woods

Daniel Wa.

The men who live in the woods behind my house had been getting out of hand for some time. They were all in their mid-fifties, golfers formerly, and meat eaters -- jolly men in general -- but since ... [+]

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Holiday Fling

Nancy Co.

I was licking salt from the rim of my glass when Asli told me that elderly pelicans are often blind. She claimed that the force generated from smacking the water during a dive (and the fact that this ... [+]