Water Ice by Anjuli Fiedler
In Moorestown, New Jersey, the quiet suburb of Philadelphia in which I was forced to spend the...
Read MoreIn Moorestown, New Jersey, the quiet suburb of Philadelphia in which I was forced to spend the...
Read MoreI was only seventeen when I fell in love with a one-armed trumpet player. It didn’t take long. I...
Read MoreMy father’s cancer was getting worse. He and I spent Saturday together to give Elise a break...
Read MoreIt was strategically positioned in the eaves of the attic, wedged between the rafters, yet easily...
Read MoreMy paternal grandmother had a full set of dentures. What I remember most about her teeth...
Read MoreWell over six-feet-tall and with flowing white hair, Senator Moynihan was an imposing figure....
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