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Every October, when the leaves finally give up on Miller Road, that pear tree at the edge of what used

I sat on the bench outside my apartment building for a good fifteen minutes after it happened, trying

I'd lived on Maple Street in Dayton, Ohio for six years before I understood the neighborhood'

I’m forty-eight and I don’t date for the butterflies. I date to find out whether a man can get through

A Line on the Account "Grandma Loretta said you need to help your sister, because she'

Cold Front Over Route 9 Mark stood in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, still wearing

The day they discharged me from Candler Hospital, Savannah was in the middle of its annual pollen storm.

I was lifting a pan of burnt garlic bread out of the oven when my phone buzzed. Travis. *Stuck at the office.

The monsoon broke over the Santa Catalina Mountains just as the waiter set down a second basket of tortilla

It started with the keys I never gave back. My name is Marta Wieczorek, I'm thirty-four, and I work