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My parents had initially planned to arrive in Basel in mid-February, just after the birth of their 10th grandchild, but my father’s recovery from a pacemaker operation delayed their visit.…

“Do you think I haven’t seen what you just did?” My grandma said as I jumped, startled by her voice. I tried to ignore her as she approached the table,…

Magnus Burnsides plaintively asks Paloma, “Did—did I make the right choice?” and I found myself sniffling, blaming it on the fresh chill as I walked through a swirl of dying…

* * * dirge for the bald eagle for vesta   knee deep in galoshes and untamed chocolate mouth, i puddle among the rapids. ________our guide points to the east…

“This all looks very good, Mr. Epping,” said the worn man in the similarly worn brown leather chair as the tip of his nose peaked the sheet of paper Jackson…

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I wonder if there is an afterlife.  Nancy believed in it, but she doesn’t seem to be cooperating.  My friend Carrie tells me her dead partner Judy moved a chair…

This is how one story goes: My PopPop’s PopPop and his family fled Romania sometime in the decades leading up to the holocaust, leaving behind land and family and lives…

On Route 17M, heading toward New Jersey for Aunt Mary’s wake, my father asks me to keep an eye on the pond at the Goshen exit. At 70 mph, I…

* * * And I wish for a moment, a moment to breathe. There is my teenage son, his knee bouncing under the kitchen table; my father, calling voicelessly for…

When I make bread, I focus on the feel of the dough, the windowpane test for gluten elasticity, the delicate question of adding a pinch of flour. Will it turn…

I knew it was a long shot, but I had to do it. It was now or never. I promised Joe, my agent of thirty years, two weeks. “Two weeks!”…

Sifting under strawberry vines each week, I lift their long, leafy tendrils with god knows what on the end. Various shapes, colors, and stages of rottenness, or not. I’d planted…

Lessons I’ve Learned From a Woodpecker: Save your brain Get to work Be loving Be free I had a few concussions when I was younger. I feel like we are…