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My first job was to weed the flower garden. My dad gave me a big plastic bucket and a trowel and...
Read MorePosted by Joseph Gross | Mar 19, 2013 | Editorials / Op-eds
My first job was to weed the flower garden. My dad gave me a big plastic bucket and a trowel and...
Read MorePosted by Jan LaPerle | Mar 19, 2013 | Poetry
When I was young, one of my chores was to fetch wood for the woodstove. Often the pieces would...
Read MorePosted by Jacqueline Doyle | Mar 19, 2013 | Flash Fiction
Tax season. Another day standing here on the sidewalk dressed as the friggin’ Statue of...
Read MorePosted by Kurt Brindley | Mar 19, 2013 | Flash Fiction
After evening chow, I escaped the Mess Deck and headed out to the fantail to smoke a square or two...
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