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Life
ANYA’S RECITAL: LESSONS LEARNED by Sue Smaltz Burrus
Anya and Kerensa, my granddaughter, have been friends ever since they met as college freshman percussion students four years ago.
MUSINGS ON MORTALITY by Tony Lopresti
My name is Tony Lopresti and today my ego took a hit.
EXAMINING AMAZON: THE REALITY OF WORKING FOR THE GLOBAL RETAILER by Vic Johnson
I am a full-time Tier 1 Amazon Associate at a Fulfillment Center. It’s a love/hate mutually-parasitical relationship.
THIS ONE WAS FOR NEPTUNE - By Tony Lopresti
A visit to a public beach in Calabria leads to witnessing a woman's encounter with the god of the sea
THE CENTER AISLE - By Tony Lopresti
My name is Tony Lopresti and I’ve been a lector since I started high school.
IMPOSSIBLE! - By Sue Smaltz Burrus
How is it that an innocent remark made by a seven year-old comes around again and again
THE BEST OF JOBS AND THE WORST OF JOBS - By Steve Wintermute
My father is a font of wisdom and once gave me this sage advice
MY RIGHT KNEE - By Judy Dean
This morning I woke up with my cheeks wet with tears.
JUDY MEETS OCEAN: PART ONE – By Judy Dean
I’m a freshwater kid at heart.
THE VALLEY – By Judy Dean
Some places have the power to change the way we look at and live in the world. This is the first in a series
ON VULNERABILITY - By Jackie Falk, M.Div.
This is an essay drawn from a sermon preached on World Communion Sunday, October 7, 2018, at Peace United Church of Christ, Duluth,...
CORNER OF CALIFORNIA AND FILLMORE - By Judy Dean
I woke up to the sound of foghorns: long, deep, incessant foghorns.
DAD'S LIFE ON WHEELS - By Jim Kent
As all the world knows, J. Donald Kent, voluntarily stopped driving three weeks before his 98th birthday
BUILDING HEARTWOOD - By Judy Dean
Sometime after midnight on July 6, 1982, my brothers and I climbed the old cherry-picker ladder
EVOLVING AND DISSOLVING: COMMUNITY - By Sue Smaltz Burrus
What is necessary for “community”? A dictionary definition says it is members of a social group who have something in common - a...
HONOLULU - By Judy Dean
When I stepped off the plane in Honolulu in the winter of 1978 I was a dazed, pasty-skinned 23-year-old with no return ticket.
AN APOLOGY TO MY DAD FOR FATHERS DAY - By Steve Wintermute
My Dad is a minister.. many ministers have other interests they pursue with “religious” fervor
NOT A SILENT NIGHT - By Susan Dietrich
In the spring of 1980, I began playing music in the Boston subways
RACING WITH TIME AND FRAILTY - By Sue Smaltz Burrus
“Your generation will fix these things for us, right?” my adult daughter asked.
CAMP – By Judy Dean
Late one night a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday, some friends and I sat on the end of a dock
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