Speechless

Mafer Benavides “Mey-feer? Mahr-fahyër?” the tournament judge called squinting her eyes, trying to find the spelling error, even though there was no error. “It’s Mafer. It’s a nickname for my full name, Maria Fernanda.” She stared at me blankly. “My parents are creative,” I lied, and she laughed. “Okay, Mahfeer, you’re up!” I walk to […]

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The Spirit of Capitalism

Michael C. Taylor “I have $120,000 of student loan debt,” the public school teacher, a single mother, casually mentioned to us over brunch. “I have no way of ever paying it back.” She took my breath away. We shouldn’t all be eating out like this together, I realized. Her kid playing with my kids. The […]

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A Loss Whose Color I Picked

Lutfi Sun I lost a journal, a milky coffee colored journal that I kept in the 10th grade. She had a name, “the notebook whose color I picked.” Now, thinking about her name, I guess making that decision at the time meant to me that I was a grown up. I had the money and […]

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Assumptions

Jennifer Jussel For the purposes of this essay, I’m assuming that you are dead. My sincerest condolences. Let’s say that, for now, how you died is not an important question. For our purposes, let’s say the moment you started reading was your last. It’s perfectly plausible, after all. Death can be terribly random. Sometimes, our […]

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Death Survivor

Mandy Campbell Last March, Spring Break. I can feel it coming as I leave the city limits on my way to a long- planned vacation with the kids. It’s a growing sense of trepidation, hovering over me, threatening like a black wave, trembling in place, poised to wreck its ruin. It overshadows everything, swirling up […]

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The Journey

Deb Wesloh | It’s time to dust again. I used to enjoy it…okay…let’s just say I tolerated it. However, since I recently finished my breast cancer chemo treatments, dusting the house is now a bit overwhelming.

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What You Should Know

Marlena Kuhn | She dances and dances. One step forward, small steps in between, one step backward. A Latin beat blares through the busy square, but the shuffling feet of passersby and the engines and honks of buses and cars drown the loudspeaker’s efforts. Her black tennis shoes and hot pink laces twirl.

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