“Field Notes on the Downtown Wells Fargo” by Annie Sheneman
I don’t bank at the Wells Fargo. I don’t because I once heard my father say it was evil …
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I don’t bank at the Wells Fargo. I don’t because I once heard my father say it was evil …
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When my auntie died, an acacia tree sprouted from her grave …
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I have never believed in the supernatural use of oracle cards, but I bought them just the
same …
Intro question option 1: Your worst or grossest job? Example: Sterile processing technician (cleaning bloody surgical instruments). Intro question option 2: Your most interesting…
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There were at least eight of us around the flame tree. I can only remember William and Albert, who lived right below the apartment…
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On the other side of a screen, forty-one walking days away, a woman begins to explain something we can’t really explain at all. She…
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One: To Bear, To Tend Bear with me: I feel like a salmon flipping on a wooden cutting board. You might think about the…
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One mid-August evening, a month into our endless summer, a few weeks before I was set to move to Manhattan, I arrived to Sebastian’s…
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I don’t remember the last time I saw my father, much less the last words we spoke. I don’t remember what his note said,…
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My wife Deedra waves her hands at the other end of the Delaware County Public Library to get my attention. It isn’t an easy…
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