Cold Night

My feet are cold—the car is cold—the car sounds like a bucket of bolts Rolling down a hill— it’s so cold that my breath falls like ice from

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In Nomine Patris

The year was 1933: FDR had just succeeded Herbert Hoover in the White House, the first episode of The Lone Ranger aired on the radio, Fay Wray

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Building a Bridge with Words

At the writing workshop, I ask the students if they are here because they think writing is important. A couple of them raise their hands. Then I

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