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Two Steps At A Time
Byline: Stacy Appel Six months after my mother died, I happened to fall in love. First with a movie and then a band and finally, an entire culture. There was a man, too, in the end, but he was only a...
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To Kiss Or Not To Kiss
Byline: Jen Wittes From the top of the hotel’s outer staircase, we watched the security guards scramble across the lawn in little golf carts. Next came a small fire truck and my relief that the blaze...
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Against The Odds
Byline: Lisa Leshaw It never occurred to me that Sariyah, my very best friend on the entire planet was black. Her skin was surely darker than mine at least until mid-August of each year when I became...
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Taking Root
Byline: Angela La Voie At best count, I have moved 27 times in my 43 years. For most of my life, I focused on how all that moving made me resilient, resourceful and adept at organization. I can walk...
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When The Heart Is Not Quite A Home
Byline: Wilson Diehl My future husband didn’t understand why I was stalling. Within months of our meeting, my cat, my upright mixer, and the better part of my shoe collection lived with him, but I...
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Straw Into Gold
Byline: Stacy Appel July in my town is a month of noisy industry. With no rain on the horizon for months to come, roofers arrive in the early cool of morning, awakening everyone at the same moment...
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Red Hot & Holy
Byline: Sera Beak My first official duty as sister-of-the-bride was to fire the priest. This wasn’t exactly easy for a former- Catholic-good-girl-people-pleaser with freckles. That said, telling a...
View ArticleThe Serendipity Issue - October 2013
Publication Date: 2013-10Byline: Nikki Hardin, Publisher In 1985, I was down on my luck and backed into a tight corner. A relationship of seven years had ended with a thud in a cliché. My big job in...
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Hopefully
Byline: Jen Wittes My mother, my two children, and I visited Boston for a few days, the winter after my spring divorce. A bit lost, naturally, still dusting off excess debris and disappointment, and...
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