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My Mother's Daughter
I am the matriarch and the matriarch was me.
Canals
Inside or outside, we ebb and flow along
independence from the swamp
Reflections on children -- bearing, being and letting be.
Endings and Beginnings
Being a grown-up is not at all what she thought it was going to be.
Shortcomings
A bittersweet poem from the author to his childhood best friend.
Possession
A gripping short story by our very own Fiction Editor, Rebekah Orth.
The Big Chair
A short story by Taye Alvis
Precious Boy
By Janae Welsh
“Trapped”
Less of a Prison and More of a DIY
Little Prince
Never lose sight of the child within you
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