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Every Day is a Holiday for Some

by Molly Anne Blumhoefer

I thought about not going, but I knew I had to show my face, to pretend. It was workplace politics. I sat with more than sixty people in concentric rings around a large conference table for a holiday celebration. We ate potluck foods from plastic plates on our laps: deviled eggs, green chile stew, potatoes, vegetables, salads, beans, tamales, cookies and pies. Continue reading

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Raking Light

by Hillary Moses Mohaupt

I. Prairie State
When the basement floods, I know exactly what to rescue first. The matching end tables are both too boxy for me to heave upstairs on my own, but I am on my own, so I take the first one in my arms and muscle it up one step at a time, because I remember these tables in my grandmother’s condo, remember the fragile glass lamps that sat atop each one. I don’t remember what my grandmother kept in the drawers of these tables when they were hers—perhaps her church directory, her TV remote controls, a phone book, miscellaneous plastic toys for her grandchildren to puzzle over. Now that they are mine, the table drawers are stuffed with throw pillows I’ve no other place for, and I don’t know where I’m going to put these tables now, except they must go somewhere for safekeeping. I tuck one into the corner of my son’s playroom, where it sticks out like an apartment building looming over a city block, and that’s exactly what it becomes, my son flying his Matchbox helicopters over it like any other landmark in his imaginary play. Continue reading

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Payment Plan

by Claudia Smith

Blows to the face, jaw, or mouth can damage teeth, gums, jawbones, or nerve tissue in ways that are not always obvious at the time. Fractures or cracks might not show externally, but inside they can damage the pulp, leading later to tooth death or infection. Continue reading

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Where You Said

by J.M.C. Kane

My aunt Dorothy had Alzheimer’s. My mother Phyllis took charge of her care. This was not discussed. It was simply what happened. Continue reading

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The Prodigal Son Never Returns

by E.G. Willy 

Mom says, “The nineteenth, that’s an important date. I don’t remember why.”

“It’s John’s birthday.”

“Sorry?” she says, reaches for her hearing aides, tries to adjust their volume.

“John, it’s his birthday.”

She thinks about this. “Did I send him something?” Continue reading

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