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I used to fly regularly. “. . .That wondrous journey fixed in my mind the idea of a wide world, full of dangers and beautiful things. ....

At Capoeira, students’ uniforms gleamed white, just like my lace dress for prayer. “Be aware, not afraid,” Rabbi spoke. “Our songs’...

Rain. Lots of rain. Weekend rain. Too much rain. Not summer, but fall, rain. It strips the air of pollen that makes me sneeze and...

Richard Wagamese wrote One Native Life. I am impressed with his seemingly easy acceptance of folded identity inside his humanity. He...

Empty shelves bar the rainbow Summer sent to bed. I licked bell jars’ jagged edges ‘til tomato salted scars formed across my head. A...

During the only year I stayed in Antigua of the ten I lived in Guatemala, I bought a dress for a special dinner. The material puffed...

Each morning during Peace Corps I brewed coffee in a chipped carafe. I never wanted it before. I never liked its dreary heat. Shining...

I always loved love stories, I think. I wanted my life to be a love story, I thought. As part of a Reader’s Advisory initiative at...