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The Dirt You Don't Know You're In
He turned the seed packet over and read the back, then turned it face-up again to look at the tomato. The tomato on the...
What the Sunday Drive to Nowhere Takes From You Before It Gives Back
The Cutlass had a pine tree air freshener that had stopped smelling like pine sometime during the previous administratio...
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Education & Careers
The Folder on Marcus's Desktop
The handwriting on the oldest pages had gone gray where the steam hit it. He'd s...
Automotive
What My Commute Taught Me About the Hybrid Vehicles Worth Considering for Daily Driving
The sticker was still there, taped to the passenger-side glass, the price crosse...
Aging Boldly
Senior Friendly Exercise Programs for Better Balance: What Most People Get Wrong
Many people assume that balance problems in older adults are simply an unavoidab...
Wealth & Insurance
Financial Protection Strategies for Growing Families: A Plain Explainer
The average American household with children spends roughly $17,000 per year on...
Stories
The Distance Between Sunday and Sunday
The legal pad already had three crossed-out questions at the top, scratched through so hard the pen had scored the paper. She'd written do you miss me and
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The Sleep You Thought You'd Finally Earned
Here are 3-4 sentences of pure scene, continuing from "a valley the shape of a sleeping man, and": he pressed his palm into it like he was checking for a pulse....
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The Night She Stopped Highlighting
The highlighter cap was on the table. Not lost - she could see it, two inches from her coffee mug, a small yellow cylinder she'd set down without deciding to. H...
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The Last Lamp On
Here are 3-4 sentences of pure scene continuing from the bathroom sink beat: The cotton round comes away the color of weak tea, and she sets it on the left side...
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Discovering audiobooks for the long afternoons that used to eat her alive
The glasses had scratched left lens that Walter had kept meaning to get fixed. She turned them over in her hands, the way she'd turned the car keys over in her ...
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What the Hands Already Know: Teaching Your Craft Changes the Teacher First
Volunteering to teach a skill you've spent a life mastering often reveals that years of muscle memory are surprisingly difficult to put into words for a beginne...
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The Last Badge
The Last Badge you turn in often signals a painful end to your professional identity, leaving you adrift in a quiet house. You can reclaim your sense of purpose...
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The garden you leave behind for the next family
The garden you leave behind for the next family risks being erased by the blades of a rented orange tiller. I discovered that digging up these shared roots allo...