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It’s About Time by
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Prompted By Yard Sales

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Ric was a seasoned picker. He taught me to keep an eye out for those special items that spoke to me.
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The Watchers by
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Prompted By I Swore I'd Never

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“So Mom, guess what happened today?” She’s washing, I’m drying. The house is finally quiet, everyone is settling down, and it’s the first time we’ve been alone together all day. “Oh, Barb, just tell me, I don’t have time to play games.” I know exactly what she’s thinking. This happens every single night. “Remember I…
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Pecking Order by
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Prompted By Birth Order

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I was one of five children growing up. Larry was about four years older than I was, Ricky four years younger, and Keith and Kevin six years younger. So in our family hierarchy, Ricky and I shared billing as middle children.
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The Forgiven by
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Prompted By Forgiveness

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I’ve had my fair share of opportunities to forgive if not forget. (If I do forget, which happens, it’s because I’m forgetful, not because I decide to. You can’t decide to forget…you just do.) I’ve felt varying degrees of anger, hurt, or a mixture of the two by slights and outright betrayal. But in most…
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I Need A Hug! by
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Prompted By Pandemic Summer

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There was hand sanitizer at every place setting, the centerpiece was a bowl filled with rubber gloves, and for desert we had our choice of individually wrapped pastries.
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Longhand by
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But I don’t want cursive to die. Because from one hand to the next, it’s such a distinctive expression of who each of us is.
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My Second Hometown by
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Prompted By My Hometown

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The Hollywood Hills in relief against a wide swath of sky made for an ever-changing Technicolor backdrop to the north. From our front yard, if we stood under the magnolia tree just so, we could see the domes of the Griffith Park Observatory, famously featured in Rebel Without a Cause. The Hollywood sign was always in sight, a daily reminder that fame and fortune were within our reach.
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Just A Small Town Girl by
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Prompted By My Hometown

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In my memory, it was almost always summer. Our moms served us ice-cold cherry Kool-Aid in gem-colored aluminum tumblers, our hands soon wet with condensation. Sometimes we’d lick our fingers, dip them into the packets of powdery Kool-Aid, then suck them clean, turning our lips and tongues into wet smudges of gaudy color.
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The Auratone & The Odyssey by
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Prompted By Chance Encounters

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...it's all very rushed and intense and exciting there by the curb, as if each of us is exactly who the other is meant to meet at that moment in time.
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I Protest! by
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Prompted By Protests

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I'll let their stories speak for themselves, and for me.
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