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Refugees in a Banana Republic
Literary

Refugees in a Banana Republic

Early dawn, when fog hung…

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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Never Will I Leave Home
Literary

Never Will I Leave Home

You have not seen our…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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For several years now I have been spending the summer in Chicago by Lake Michigan. Chicago is where our daughters’ families have settled down and are raising their children who are our grandchildren. So, I guess I am not a spring chicken as some might say. But I go for a jog for about an hour most every evening by the lake along the Lake Shore Drive starting at the Navy Pier. The area near the Navy Pier is generally crowded with millions of tourists, so it seems, speaking in languages that I have no clue about. The water fountains where the little kids gather. They have heavenly fun getting wet and jumping in out of the fountain water going on and off randomly. The young parents either watch the children from the perimeter as they may be too grown up to have such childish fun or ensure that the…