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North of

[Fiction] Bob Dylan comes to Thanksgiving Dinner: “We park in front of my mom’s house, my mom who has been waiting for us at the door, probably since dawn. Her hello carries over the lawn. Bob Dylan opens the car door, stretches one leg and then the other. He wears a black leather coat, and […]

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Minor Cords

What it’s like for a teenager to try to emancipate herself: “Child Protective Services is meant to protect children from abusive homes and provide safe alternatives with consistent monitoring but often the system fails children. I only knew that the institution was a machine, one capable of destroying lives and spirits in its rigid methodology. […]

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