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MadamePommery:CreatorofBrut

"Thesun-drenchedvineyardsofFrance,areal-lifeheroinewho againstalloddsrefusestogiveupherdreams...andchampagne. What'snottolove?” BarbaraDavis,Best-sellingauthorof TheEcho ofOldBooks

Champagne,France,1860.MadamePommery,anetiquetteteacher andorphanagefounder,losesherhusbandandisforcedtosupport herfamily.Withnoexperience,theforty-year-oldwidowdecidesto makechampagne.Heruniquevisionistochangeitfromasweet dessertbeveragetoadry,crispwinetobeenjoyedanytime.When champagnemakersrefusetoteachhertheircraft,sheforgesaheadon herownandsecretlybeginstheexcavationofchampagnecaves undertheReimscitydump.

Soonafter,hersonandherentirecrewareconscriptedtofightthe Franco-Prussianwar,leavingMadamePommeryalonetostruggle withherchampagnedreams.AfterNapoleonandahundredthousand Frenchtroopsarecaptured,thePrussiansinvadedFrance,and PrussianGeneralFrederickFranzoccupiesMadamePommery’s houseashisarmyheadquarters.Undaunted,Pommeryuseshersecret winecavestohidetheFrancs-Tireurs,resistancefightersforFrance, whilesheplanstobuildaspectacularcastlewineryabovethecaves. Butwhenherformerlover,aScottishBaron,unexpectedlyproposes marriage,MadamePommerymustchoosebetweennobilityandher passionatequestforfinechampagneandthemostbeautifulwineryin theworld.

Basedonatruestory,MadamePommeryisaheroicnovelabouta motherandwidowwhofightsthePrussians,thesocialclasssystem, champagnepatriarchs,andchampagnetastestocreateachampagne legacy.

Rebeccaisachampagnegeek,lavenderfarmerandmulti-awardwinningauthoroffivebooks

ShefellinlovewithméthodechampenoiseinSonoma,California, whereshelivesonalavenderfarmwithherfamilyandfoundedthe country'slargestlavendercompany.(SeeSonomaLavenderarticlein theNewYorkTimes.)HerbookLavender FieldsofAmericawaspublishedin2012and aneweditionin2022.

Sincethen,shehaspursueddecadesof deliciousresearchaboutchampagneinthe winecavesandcellarsofFranceand California.Sheisachampagnehistorian,tour guideandchampagnecocktailcreatorfor BreathlessWines.Rebeccaisalsoaspeaker fortheNationalWomen'sHistoryAlliance.

"InevitablyIfindmyselfinapredicamentwheretherulesdonot apply,orworsetheycontradicteachother!" ~MadameAlexandrine Pommery
ClickhereforafreesampleofMADAMEPOMMERY

InthiseagerlyanticipatedsequeltoMerylAin'saward-winning post-Holocaustnovel TheTakeawayMen,wefollowBronka andJoJoLubinskiastheyfindthemselvesonthecuspof momentouschangeforwomeninthelate1960s.Withthe UnitedStatesinthegripofpoliticalandsocialupheaval,the twinsandanumberoftheirpeers,includingaCatholicpriest andthesonofaNazi,strugglewiththeirfamily'sancestryand howmuchinfluenceithasontheirlives.Meanwhile,both youngwomenseektodefinetheirrolesaswomen,andas individuals.

Enlighteningandevocative,ShadowsWeCarryexploresthe experienceofnavigatingdeeplyheldfamilysecretsand bloodlines,confusingreligiousidentities,andthescarsofWorld WarIIinthewakeofrevolutionarysocietalchanges.

"ShadowsWeCarrybyMerylAinisanimportantnewbook.Itis notnecessarytoreadherdebutnovel,TheTakeawayMen,to understandthissequel,whosemeritsstandontheirown.Its themesinclude:immigration,assimilation,questionsofidentity, howwedefineourselves,andwhetherHolocaustsurvivors' familieshavearesponsibilitytotrackdownNaziperpetrators.I wasdeeplyaffectedbythenovel'scharactersandevents.The issuesraisedareasvalidtodayastheywere50yearsago.Book clubs,congregations,andothergroupsmustreadanddiscussthis work.Bringplentyoftissueswithyou."

"WhenIfinishedShadowsWeCarrybyMerylAin,Icried.Reading thisbookwasakintogoinghome....Tosayitismovingisan

understatement.Formanyreaders,thetaleoftwinsistersBronka andJoJowillbeaneye-openertoJewishlifeinaNewYorkgone by.Bravo." --MarilynSimonRothstein,authorof CrazyToLeave You,HusbandsandOtherSharpObjects, and LiftandSeparate "Thelate1960sofShadowsWeCarrywasatimeofturmoil-politicalandsocialturbulence,culturalupheaval,andfrayingof thebondsofconvention.MerylAinhasdelineatedthoseyears beautifully.Wefeelrighttherewiththenovel'smaincharacters... theirstorieswillhavegreatresonanceforcontemporaryreaders. EachsistermustfightforherownrightsaswomenandasJews. Buteachneedstolookbeyondherselftowardasocietyfreefrom thecrueltyofdiscriminationandthebrutalityofhatred...a memorablenovel." --SusanIsaacs,NewYorkTimesbest-selling author "Enlighteningandevocative,ShadowsWeCarryexploresthe experienceofnavigatingdeeplyheldfamilysecretsandbloodlines, confusingreligiousidentities,andthescarsofWorldWarIIinthe wakeofrevolutionarysocietalchange." --HastyBookList,Most AnticipatedHistoricalFictionNovelsof2023

MerylAin'sarticlesandessayshaveappearedin HuffingtonPost, TheJewishWeek,TheNewYorkTimes,and Newsday,andat MariaShriver.com,amongotheroutlets.In2014,shecoauthored theaward-winningbook TheLivingMemoriesProject:Legacies ThatLast,andin2016shewroteacompanionworkbook, My LivingMemoriesProjectJournal.Sheis bothastudentandteacherofhistory,aswell asaschooladministratorandresearcher. SheholdsaBAfromQueensCollege,an MAfromTeachersCollege,Columbia University,andanEdDfromHofstra University.ShelivesinNewYorkwithher husband,Stewart.

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“UncleJ.B.isgonenow.Heneverdrankorsmoked,and maybecussedtwiceinhiswholelife.Helovedonewoman. Heworkedeverydaylikeitwashislast.Helovedusallwith everythinghehad…”

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Blackwater

HollyHartShirley

MyUncleJ.B.paintedthissign.Hewasfamousfor paintinghomemadesignsandbuildingthings.Heleftthe Aoutof“Y’all”onhere,butthat'salright,becausehedid managetofit"BeGood"onitattheendandthatis somethinghechampioned,beinggood.Helovedhisbride BettyandhischildrenandgrandchildreninawaythatI haveneverwitnessedinanyotherfamily.Heflatsure lovedhistomatogravymakingMamaandshesuredid lovehim.

AsmuchasmyUncleJ.B.lovedtheliving,herevered thedead.TheBlackwaterCemetery,situated1.3milesoff ofHighway4inBradley,Alabama,ishometothegraves ofmygreat,great,great,greatgrandparentsburiedinthe early1800s.

Ourpeople'sstoriesarewrittenonthe250-year-old marblestonesatBlackwater.Ourreasonforbeing,itis buriedthere.Ourbloodcamefromthepeopleinthat sandyground.Theirstrugglesandtheirtriumphswere passeddowntousandwehavegladlycarriedthemantle.

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ThoseHenleys,Gatewoods,andSweeneyswerestrong people,withbigfamiliesandevenbiggerhearts.Their infantbabieswholivedhours,andsomedays,areburied alongsidetheirmothers.EverytimeIseethosetinyslabs, Iwonderhowmanysilenttearswerecriedinthat graveyardafterworkingthefields,cookingmealsforten pluspeople,tendingtoskirt-pullingchildren,andmilking cows.

Icriedmillionsoftearsoverachildthatneverwas,soI cannotimagineburyingafull-terminfantandhavingto immediatelygobacktofarmlife.Womendidn'ttalkabout theirangstandpaininthe1800s,lifewasaboutsurvival. Peopleweretougher,theirwillswerestronger,andthere wasnotimetolookback.Lookingbackonlyallowed doubttocreepin,andsurvivalhadnoplacefordoubt. Theygotoutofbed,madeawood-burningstovefullof biscuitsandgravy,andgotonwithliving.

AshortpiecefromtheBlackwaterCemeteryisthe BlackwaterRiver.Ihavewonderedwhycemeteriesare oftenfoundnearwater.Ihaveheardspiritualistssaythat waterisaconductorforthespiritworld.MaybetheCelts whocameoverinthe1600sbroughtthatmythologywith them?Idon'tknowmuchaboutallofthat,butIdofeel closertomypeopleatBlackwaterthananywhereelse.

ThewaterinBlackwaterisicecold.Thesmellofthe sandisrawandfresh.ThebottomsandoftheBlackwater

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isthepurestinNorthAmerica,andIcanpersonallyattest thatthereisnothingsofterbetweenyourtoesthanthe squishybottomofourbelovedswimminghole.

AlthoughthenameisBlackwater,itisn'tblackatall. Theice-coldwatercoursingthroughtheperfectsandisthe colorofsweetteaandBaptismsonsummerSundays.

Driftwoodandfallentrees,thathavebeeninthesame placessincemyGrandmotherwasachild,havemade divingboardsandplacestocarvetheinitialsofyour sweetheart.TherushingwateroftheBlackwaterRiveris thefinalsoundweallhearbeforeputtingsomeonewelove torestthere.Itisthesoundofourchildhoodmemories withourcousins,thesoundofpicnicsandcemetery cleanings,andifwedoagoodjobpassingdownour heritage,itwillbetheplacewhereourstoriesaretoldfive generationsfromnow.

UncleJ.B.isgonenow.Heneverdrankorsmoked,and maybecussedtwiceinhiswholelife.Helovedone woman.Heworkedeverydaylikeitwashislast.Heloved usallwitheverythinghehad.Andstill,lungcancertook himmuchtoosoon.

EdLeepassedonafewyearsago.Hemusthavebeen myfourthorfifthcousinbutwasoneofmyfavorites.He alwayscalledme"GoodLooking"andwhenIgained weightasIenteredmythirties,hewouldsay,"You'restill goodlooking,butyouneedtocomebacklookinglike

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yourselfnextyear."EdLeehadthebiggestsmileand maybethebiggestteethIhaveeverseenonsomeonehis size.Hebeamedhappinessfromtwentyfeetaway.His grin,hislaugh,andhishugswereinfectious.EdlovedJ.B. andJ.B.lovedhimandtogether,theywerethecaretakers ofourheritage.

Tom-ThomasEarle,passedawaylastyearandIregret thatIdidn'tvisithimmoreoftenthanIdid.Thomas Earle—pronouncedTomaserl—helpedUncleJ.B.buryhis bestfriend,Pup,inapasteboardbox.TheyhadaLittle Rascalsstylefuneralwhentheywereabouttenyearsold, completewithlittlegirlmournersintheirSundaybest.All ofthelittlegirlswailedandnearlyfaintedwhenthe bottomfelloutofthatboxastheylaidOl'Pupinthe ground.

ThomasEarlelaterwentontobecomethesongleader andfill-inpreacherattheBradleyChurch.Hehadan infectious,happysmileandknewthewordstoevery singlesongintheRedChurchHymnal.Likeanygood Pentecostaldoes,hemarkedthesongpagewithtwo fingers,heldthesongbookclosedwithhisthumband othertwofingersofhisrighthandandbeatitwithhisleft handtokeeptime,oldschool.Healwaysslickedhis reddishhairbackinapompadourthatcurledontoplike theGerberbaby,andhehadamoleonhischin.WhenI wasalittlegirl,IaskedGrandmotherwhyThomasEarle

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hadamoleandshesaid,"Whywouldhehavethat removed?That'shispersonality."

Rileyisthelastmanstanding.Heismygrandmother’s firstcousin.IneedtocheckonRileyaswell.Ihaven't beennearlyasgoodasUncleJ.B.wouldhaveprobably likedmetobe—checkingonmyrelatives—butIamgoing todobetter.AsmuchasIlovetovisitthematBlackwater, nowisprobablyasgoodofatimetomaketheroundsand visittheliving.

IthinkwhenIgohomethisweekend,Iwillbegoodand wonderwhatJ.B.woulddo?Hewouldprobablyvisitkin folksthatlivenearBlackwater,slipahundred-dollarbill inanoldwidowwoman'shand,kissheronthecheekand say,"Nowyoubegood—yousweet,purdylittlething."

Weonlyhavesomanydays,weneedtogetoutand loveonourpeoplewhiletheyarestillhere.

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Sheisaninteriordesignerandworkedalongsidehermother, DeborahGeorge,forfourandahalfyearsontherenovationand reconstructionofthebedandbreakfast—leavingnodetailto chance.HollylivedatHolleyHouseasachildandlaterasa youngadultandnowisthefounderoftheMurderCreekWriting Retreatthatwilltakeplaceinherchildhoodhomeeveryyear.

SheisanNCIDQcertifiedinteriordesignerandresidesin

Birmingham,Alabamawithherhusbandoftwentyyears,Jimbo, andtheashesoftheirlateMaltese,WillieNelson.Sheisa professionalmemberofWritersBootcampoutofLosAngeles, California,andisanalumnusoftheYaleWritersWorkshop.

HollyiscurrentlyworkingonamemoirentitledBlackwater Birthright.

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Threemonthsafterherhusband'sdeathin1969,Rosalee Linoffisdeterminedtojumpbackintolife.

Forher,thatmeansreturningtoherart.Shedesperately wantstobeacceptedasatalentedsculptor,butthat requiresshedigupthecouragetosubmitherworkagainandbejudged.Herparalyzinginsecuritymountswhenshe meetshernewneighbor,best-sellingauthorFranBarish.

FranhastherecognitionRosaleecraves.ButRosalee'sjoy withherchildren,especiallyhergranddaughter,Jill,eatsat Fran,aconstantreminderofherchildlessness.Aspiralof mutualenvyensues.Itconstantlybubblesbelowthe surfaceoftheirfriendshipandisintensifiedbyFran'slong heldsecret-andherinexplicablefascinationwithJill's

"Engagingandmysterious,The EmeraldNecklaceshedslight onthatinevitabletimewhen lovers,family,friendsand circumstanceschangeand forceyoutoreinventyourself whetheryouwanttoornot." -
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emeraldnecklace.

AsJillstartscollege,Rosaleeworriesaboutthechoices hergranddaughtermightmake.ButJill'spassionfor women'srightsmakesGrandmaproud.Togetherwith Rosalee'sfriends,theytraveltoNewYorkCityforthe Women'sStrikeforEquality-whichfurtherescalatesthe tensionbetweenRosaleeandFran.

WhenJill'sconvictionsaretested,Rosaleefacesa dilemma.DoesshedaretrustFrantohelp?Willtheir mutualjealousymakethatimpossible?Orwillthestory behindJill'semeraldbindthemtogether?

LindaRosenliveswithherhusbandinNewJersey,but whentheleavesfallandshehastoswapsandalsforshoes andsocks,they'reofftotheirhomeinFlorida.Sheisthe authorofTheDisharmonyofSilenceandSistersofthe Vine.LindaisamemberoftheWomen'sFictionWriters AssociationandTheWomen'sNationalBookAssociation wheresheisco-coordinatoroftheir GreatGroupReadscommitteeand founderoftheSouthFloridachapter. Inaddition,sheisafounding memberofTheAuthorTalkNetwork andanadministratoroftheFacebook

Group,BookishRoadTrip,and editoroftheirnewsletter, Wanderlust.

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“Nobody'sDaughterisalucid recollection...heartbreakingly raw.Ina�iercelycandidvoice, Ramoshascraftedatalethat resonateswiththeuniversal truththatourpastdoesn’t de�ineus;itre�inesus.”

---AllisonHongMerrill, award-winningauthorof Ninety-NineFireHoops

Nobody’sDaughter:aMemoir ofTheMotherWound RicaRamos-Keenum

TheBookofBeloved by CarolynHaines

Asayoungwomanwidowed byWorldWarI,Raissa Jamesisnostrangerto ghosts.Butwhenan invitationarrivesfromCaoin House,heruncle’sestatein Mobile,Alabama,she’s finallyreadytocastoffthe shadowsofherpast.And whatbetterwaytodosothan withagrandpartyinher honor?

Anaspiringauthoress, Raissa’seagertosoakupmoreoflife—andimmerse herselfinthedarkhistorythathauntstheestate.Butthe revelriescometoanabruptendwhenoneofheruncle’s gueststakesadeadlyplunge.Andwhenaghostfromthe property’spast,aConfederatesoldier,revealshimselfto

Raissa,she’smoredeterminedthanevertogettotheheart ofthemysteriousdeathsthatplagueCaoinHouse.

EnlistingthehelpofReginaldProctor,aself-proclaimed medium,sheholdsaseancetoshedlightonoldsecrets. Butshediscoversthatsomesecrets,eventhoselongdead, stillhaveastartlingholdontheliving…

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SoHappyTogether by DeborahK.Shepherd

Asherstultifyingmarriageis unraveling,andinthemidstof mourningthelossofhercreative self,CaroTannerhasanightmare aboutPeter,anoldlovewhom shehasn'tseenintwentyyears. Shetakesthisasasignhestill needsher.Withherthreechildren safelyofftosummercamp,Caro embarksonapre-Facebook,precellphoneroadtriptorecapture whosheoncewasandwhatshethinkssheoncehad.

Setintherock'nroll'60sofTucson,Arizona--whenCaro andPeterwerekooky,colorful,andinseparabledrama students--andinthesuburban'80s,whenCaro'screative sparkhasbeenquenchedtoservetheneedsofherhusband andchildren,SoHappyTogetherexplorestheconundrum ofloveandphysicalattraction,creativityandfamily responsibilities,andwhathappenswhentheyareoutof sync.Itisastoryofmissedopportunities,thealluring possibilityofsecondchances,andwhatweleavebehind, carryforward,andsettleforwhenwechoose.Itsitsinthat complicated,confounding,beautifulplacewherelove resides.

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SomeNotesYouHold:New andSelectedPoems by Rita SimsQuillen

SomeNotesYouHold isabout survivingwhatlifethrowsatusas weage.Theso-called"golden years"aresonamedbecauseofthe highadmissionprice--the tremendouslosses, disappointments,illnesses,and failuresweallexperienceifwe

livelongenough.Thefirstpartofthebook,called"Letting Go,"focusesonsurvivingdeepgrief.Themiddlesection isamusicalinterlude,exploringthetremendouspowerof musictohealusmentally,physically,andspirituallyand toreorderourthinkingandouremotions.Thelastsection, "HoldingOn,"explorestheroadsleadingtosurvival: prayerandmeditation,communionwiththenaturalworld, andwriting.Thepricepaidforthose"goldenyears"leads totheprize:insight,joy,andakindofpeacewewere incapableofwhenwewereyoung.

“…Iamgratefulforthiscollectionandhowitunfailingly remindsmethatbeyondheartache,poetrypersistsin offeringdeepsolace.”

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PalmCourtTrilogy:AnIsle ofPalmsSuspenseSeries by

TheNelsonsistersfaceharrowing adventuresandmalevolentspirits whoattempttobringanendtotheir family.Willtheirspecialpowers, supportfromtheOtherSideand sisterlyloveforeachotherbe strongenoughtoconquerevil?

Readeachsister’sstorytodiscover howshedealswiththeghostsof herpast.

StephanieEdwards’booksfromthePalmCourtTrilogy eachdebutedat#1,Amazon’sSouthernFictionNew Releases.Now,youcanenjoythemallinoneplaceand catchglimpsesintotheNelsonsisters’worldthroughlove letters,memorabiliaandrecipes.

“Thistrilogyofhauntingsisascarynail-biter.Aclean darkadventurewithatouchofromanceweavingtogether terrorwithgoodfoodandverysweetcharacters.You'll havetosleepwithyourlightonafterreadingthissetof books!”

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Booklist

TheEchoofOldBooks

“Apairofmysterious booksandalovestoryfor theages.Buttheendof thebookisn'talwaysthe endofthestory...”
BarbaraDavis

Anovelinspiredbytrueevents

Thecoming-of-agestoryof Philbet,agay,physicallymisshapenboyinruralGeorgia, whobattlesbullying,ignorance, anddisdainashemakeshiswayin lifeasanoutsider--beforefinding acceptanceinunlikelyplaces.

Fueledbytomatosandwichesand greenmilkshakes,andobsessedwithcars,Philbet struggleswithlifeandloveasagayboyinruralGeorgia. He'shappiestwhenhelpingGrandaddydigpotatoesfrom thevegetablegardenthatconnectstheirhouses.But Philbet'sworldisshatteredandhisresilienceshakenby eventsthatcrushhisinnocenceandsenseofsecurity; exposehismisshapenchestskillfullyhiddenbehindshirts Mamamakesathome;andconvincehimthathe'snotfitto belovedbyKnox,theolderboyheidolizestodistraction. Overtime,Philbetfindsrefugeinunexpectedplacesand innerstrengthinunexpectedways,leadingtoaresolution intheformofaletterfrombeyondthegrave.

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TheCicadaTree by Robert Gwaltney

Thesummerof1956,abroodof cicadasdescendsuponProvidence, Georgia,anaturaleventwith supernaturalrepercussions, unhingingthelifeofAnaleise Newell,aneleven-year-oldpiano prodigy.Amidstthisemergence, darkobsessionsarestirred,uncanny giftsprovoked,andsecrets unearthed.

DuringavisittoMistletoe,aplantationownedbythe wealthyMayfieldfamily,AnaleiseencountersCordelia MayfieldandherdaughterMarlissa,bothofwhom possessanotherworldlybeauty,alinealtraitregardedas thatMayfieldShine.Awhisperandanactofviolence perpetratedduringthisvisitbyMrs.Mayfieldallconverge tokindleAnaleise'sfascinationwiththe Mayfields.Analeise'sburgeoningobsessionwiththe Mayfieldfamilyovershadowsherownseemingly, ordinarylife,culminatingindangerousgamesand manipulation,settingoffachainofcataclysmicevents withlife-alteringconsequences-allofitunfoldingtothe maddeningwhirofacicadasong.

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"Thisbookisespeciallytimelyinthis volatileerawherelivingahealthy, meaningful,andupliftinglifeby understandingmoredeeplyone'sself andthusone'sabilitytodosomakes thisbookamust-read.Iwastouched bythespecific,actionableinsightsand examplesAyeletBaronprovidestoput usonthatpath." -KareAnderson, Emmy-winningjournalist,authorand TEDspeaker.Kare'sTEDtalk(over 2.5millionviews)onOpportunity MakersTEDxtalkonmutuality,also books: MutualityMatters and OpportunityMakers.

Throughalloftheknowingand unknowing,thevisibleandinvisible, factsandmystery,lossandgain,sanity, andinsanityofitall-youarehere. Trekkingintotheunknowntakes couragebecauseitforcesyoutorealize howmuchyoudon'treallyknow.F*ck theBucketListinspiresyoutoask questions,digdeep,andcreateyour ownmeaning.Thestorystartsandends atyourownpace.Thisisn'tjustanother self-helpbook,spiritualbook,or memoir-it'sanexperience,beyond categoriesandlabels,thataskseachof ustotapintotheuniversalwisdomthat sayswecanliveourlivesourownway. servesyou.

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"AyeletBaronisfiercewithfaiththat tobuckthesystemandtrustourhearts isanactofradicalself-care.Forget fear,frustration,formulasandfalse beliefs.Findfortitudewithinthese pagestofollowyourhearttoamore fulfilling,healthfuture.Fullof provocativequestionsandexpeditions, F*cktheBucketListfortheHealth Consciouswillreframeyoursenseof what'spossibleforyourselfandour collectivecourageousfuture."

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AyeletBaron isavisionaryauthor,healer,andglobal futurist.ShewasrecentlyrecognizedonForbesas oneoftheworld'stopfemalefuturists.Inthemidst ofaverysuccessfulcareerasaglobalstrategy executiveatCiscoSystems,shewentthroughher owntransformation.Shewrotethisbooktrilogy becauseshewishedshehadthisuniversalguidance whenshestartedonherownjourney.Herdreamisto helpunleashmillionsandmillionsofpeople,whoare readytodoourinnerwork,andbecomethe architectsofhumanity.

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WalkingTheWrongWay Home by MandyHaynes

WalkingTheWrongWayHome takesyouinsidethe extraordinarylivesofordinary people.Wherehiddensecrets arebroughttolightandburned withpastregretsinbrushpiles inthemountainsofEast Tennesseeorusedtosetfireto themassproducedtalland skinniestakingoverEast

Nashville.Betweenthepages you'llmeetPenny,aneightysevenyearoldwidowwhosleepsinherredshoes,Jimmy, aquietautomechanicwhosememoriesareneversilent, Jewelayounggirlwhoseesbeautyeverywhere,even thoughshe'slostalmosteverything,andWillie,athirteenyear-oldwhofaceshisworstfearsonlytofindoutthatthe truthisscarierthananyhaintorghoststoryhe'sever imagined.There'sElmaandRoy,acouplewho'vebeen marriedforoverfortyyears.Elmarealizesonhersixtythirdbirthdaythatit'snottoolatetoliveherlife,butit takesRoytwoweekstonotice.Spanningnearlytwenty decades,thestrugglesandvictoriesthesecharactersface aretimelessastheyallworktowardsthesamegoal.

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MurderUnderaWesternMoon byAbigailKeam

MonaMoonandhernewhusband, RobertFarley,DukeofBrynelleth areabouttoboardanoceanlinerto MerryOldEnglandfortheir honeymoonwhenMonareceivesan urgenttelegramfromRupertHunt, hereyesandearsintheMoon coppermines.

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SincethecopperminesarethefinancialbackboneofMoon Enterprises,Monahasnochoicebuttodropherplansandtravel toMontanaonthenexttrain.SheandRobertdescendintoa worldofseethingresentments,bitteraccusationsagainstMoon Enterprises,andbaddecisionsthatposeathreattoMona’s world.ShetravelsincognitotosearchoutthetruthofRupert’s allegationsagainsttheminingmanagement.Shemustdecideif Rupertistryingtopreventaninnocentmanfrombeinghungfor murderorifheispartofagrandioseplotagainsther.Afterall, MonahadbeenkidnappedbyRupertwhilesearchingforthe Swiftsilvermineayearago.Rupertisascoundrel,butMona hiredhimtobeherscoundrel.IsthisanotherofRupert’sgames?

Regardlessofthethreat,Monamustgettothebottomofit.

ThankgoodnessRobertisbyherside...orcouldRoberthave hisownagenda?

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ComingofageintheUSSRinthe 1980s,bestfriendsAnyaandMilka trytoenvisionafreeandjoyful futureforthemselves.Theyspend theirsummersatAnya'sdachajust outsideofMoscow,lazinginthe appleorchard,listeningtoQueen songs,andfantasizingabouttripsabroadandthelivesof Americanteenagers.Meanwhile,Anya'sparentstalkabout WorldWarII,theBlockade,andthehardshipstheyhave endured.

BythetimeAnyaandMilkaarefifteen,theSovietEmpire isonthevergeofcollapse.Theypairupwithclassmates TrifonovandLopatin,andthefourfriendssharesecrets anddesires,argueabouthistoryandpolitics,anddiscuss forbiddenbooks.Buttheworldischanging,andthe fleetingtimetheyhavetogetheriscutshortbyasudden tragedy.

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SugarBabyandOtherStories

Aunionsoldierwhodeserted,a scaredgirlinanabandoned, antebellumhome,agravedigger lookingforawife,sevensisters whowillkilltoprotecteachother,a stake-outatarundownhotel,a Spanishpriesttryingtosavehis peoplefromtheSpanishflu,a younggirlsneakingoffwithan encyclopediasalesman,anold womanaimingtouseherlastbullet.awomanframedfor murderonAllSaintsDay,aone-eyedoutcastwholives downbytheriver.

Thecharactersin SugarBabyandOtherStories are infusedbydesire,touchedbylove,andseekingretribution andredemptionateveryturn. SugarBaby isstorytellingof thehighestorder,pluckingupthereaderandtransporting themtoaworldofmystery,spirituality,violence,love,and everythinginbetween.

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Annie'sSong:Dandelions, DreamsandDogs byAnnie McDonnell

Inthisshimmeringdebut-acrossgenreblendofmemoir,auto-fiction, magicalrealism,andpoetry-Annie poursoutherdreams,herloves,and herhopesalongwithher complicatedgriefcompoundedby betrayals,medicalmisdiagnoses, andinnumerablelossesthatwould breakmostpeople.Her determinationtolivealifeoflove,joy,andmeaningdespite hergreatsufferingshinesthroughoutthedarkthemesof manyofheressaysandpoems.Annie,whoisintheend stagesofStiffPersonSyndromeandhasseveralotherrare diseases,writeswithrawemotionabouttraumasfromher childhoodbestfriend'srapeandmurdertoherownlifealteringcaraccidentatage19toherdecades-longodyssey throughamedicalsystemwherewomen'ssymptomsare frequentlydismissed,misdiagnosed,andminimized.Annie's experientialmemoir,forwhichshe'sprovidedQRcodes linkingtoherfavoritesongsthroughout,allowsthereaderto getahintofwhatit'slikelivingsuspendedbetweenthis earthlyexistenceandtheafterlife.Thisisherlovesongto traumasurvivors,doglovers,andloveseekers.Shelives eachdayandnightknowingthathernextbreathcouldbeher lastandkeepsherheartfocusedonheaven.

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AllNight,AllDay:life,death &angels editedby Susan Cushman

AllNight,AllDayisan inspirationalcollectionofpersonal essays,stories,andpoemsby outstandingwomenauthorswho writeabouttheappearanceofthe divineintheirlives.Someofthese angelscometosavealifeorchange aflattire.Someappeartowarn people,tellthemwhattodo, suggestmorevegetablesandmaybebettershoes.

Contributors:CassandraKing-SuzanneHenleyRiverJordan-SallyPalmerThomason-Natasha

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Nanny’sPhotoAlbum

StephanieEdwards

Asachild,Ilovedcrawlingaroundmygrandparents’ closet,theplushbeigecarpetsmooshingagainstmyknees. EverytimeIvisitedtheirhouse,Ihadaroutine.Icombed throughtheneatstacksofcoloringbooksandLittle GoldenBookswithfadedcovers.Thescentofcrayons filledmylungs,andmygrandmother’scollectionof designercoatsbrushedmyheaduntilIfoundmy entertainmentfortheday.

Attheripeageof12,Idugdeeperintothestacks.By then,I’dcoloredenoughpagestowallpaperahouse. Nearlyateenager,Iwastoooldforreadingpicturebooks. Idesiredsomethingmoresubstantial,cluelessaboutwhat thatentailed.

Withdiscardedbookstoweringaroundme,Ifounda largebrownboxfilledwithblackandwhitephotos,mostly ofpeopleI’dnevermet.Womenworeelegantswimsuits ordresses,andmenstoodinfrontofexpensive-looking cars,smokingpipes.Whowerethesepeople?Whydidmy grandparentshavepicturesofthem?

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I’llneverforgetthewonderofthemomentorwhat camenext—thechillthatcreptdownmyspinewhenmy grandmotherwalkedupbehindme,clearingherthroat.I heldmybreath,tryingnottopanic.Nannykeptallher possessionsintheirrightfulplace,andIdisruptedthe order.Anticipatingascolding,IreturnedtheboxwhereI foundit,butshestoppedme.

Insteadofyelling,shepulledtheboxoutofthecloset, carryingitovertoherbrownandtantweedsofa.Shedug aleatheralbumfromthebottomoftheboxandtoldme abouttheglamorouspeopleandbeautifulplacesthat graceditspages.

ThecornersofmymouthhurtbecauseIcouldn’tstop smilingassheshowedmepicturesofherasachildand teenagerlivingonCarolinaBeachnearWilmington,North Carolina,withmygreatgrandparents,whohada remarkablelovestory.

Mygrandmother’spastresonatedwithmemorethan anythingtothatpoint.EachtimeIvisited,shewouldpull outthepicturesandpourraspberry-flavoredKool-Aidinto twoofhertallstemwareglassesforustoenjoy.Mindyou, wedidn’tdrinkwhileflippingthroughourprizedphotos.

IthinksherecognizedIwantedtofeelmoregrown-up.I feltseen,andforthat,I’llbeforevergrateful.Throughher storiesandphotos,Idevelopedaloveformyfamily’srich historyandthebeautifulNorthCarolinacoast.Herstories

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inspiredadeeppassionforreadingandwritingabout coastalsettings.Undoubtedly,Iwouldn’thavewrittenmy IsleofPalmsSuspenseserieswithouttheinspiration.

Lastmonth,IvisitedCarolinaBeachforthefirsttimein almostadecade.IcouldfeelNanny’spresenceasI picturedherlyingonthebeach,watchingthewavesroll outtosea.WhenIreturntoWilmingtonforabooksigning laterthismonth,Iknowmygrandmotherwillwatchover me.

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INSIDEVOICES

“…IdobelievethatifItellyoumystory,ifIbringyouascloseas possibletotheplacesandpeopleIlove,thenitmakesitharderfor youtodehumanizethem,torenderharmonthem,tosupportpolicies thatwilldothemharm.”

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RobertGwaltneyandJeffreyDale LoftoninterviewNeemaAvashia,author of AnotherAppalachia,ComingUp QueerandIndianinaMountainPlace

NeemaAvashiawasbornandraisedinsouthernWest VirginiatoparentswhoimmigratedtotheUnitedStates fromIndia.ShehasbeenahistoryandCivicsteacherin theBostonPublicSchoolssince2003.Heressayshave appearedintheBitterSoutherner,Catapult,Kenyon ReviewOnline,andelsewhere.Hermemoir, Another Appalachia,ComingUpQueerandIndianinaMountain Place,wasreleasedtomuchacclaiminMarch2022.

Jeff:

Youchosetousethestructureofindividualessaystotell yourstoryratherthanemploythetraditionalnarrativefor memoir.Talkaboutthischoicewithus.

Neema:

Thereisanexpectationofcompletenesswithmemoirthat Idon’tfeelwithregardstomyownlife,ormyown writing.Ireallyappreciatethattheessaygenreallowsfor writerstoaskaquestion,andtotakethereaderontheir journeywiththequestion,butthereisnotanexpectation ofananswerattheendoftheessay.Infact,essaysthat endneatly,witheasyanswers,areoftenreceivedwith skepticismbecausethebiggestquestionsarerarely answeredsoeasily.Forme,AnotherAppalachiaisabook ofquestionsthatI’vebeenlivingwithmywholelife: Whatdoesitmeantofindbelongingwhenthe

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intersectionalityofyouridentityalwaysputsyouonthe outside?Whatdoesitmeantoloveaplacethatdoesn’t alwaysloveyouback?Whatdowedowhenpeoplewe loveendupwithradicallydifferentpoliticsfromourown, andpoliticsthatclearlyseektoeraseus?Iwasn’ttryingto tellthefullstoryofmylifeinwritingthisbook;Iwas tryingtoexplorethosequestions.

Robert:

“Iexperienceadoublelosseachfall,missingboththe mountainsofmychildhoodandthemanymotherswho playedaroleinraisingmethere.”Thisisaquotefromthe essay“NineFormsoftheGoddess.”Talkaboutthisquote, yourmotivationforwritingyourmemoir,andthe reconciliationofloss.

Neema:

Inmanyways,thisbookisaresponsetoanotherbook, J.D.Vance’sHillbillyElegy.Thatbookrendersimmigrant communities,queercommunities,Blackcommunities, politicallyradicalcommunities,andallofuswholiveat theintersectionofthesecommunities,completely invisible.Soinpart,writingthisbookisanefforttorender thosecommunitiesvisible.Toassertbelonginginaplace whereoutsidersdon’tthinkwebelong.Butanother elementofmywritingaboutAppalachianandDesi elementsofmyupbringingisgroundedingrief.Because

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asI’vegottenolder,andgrownmoreclearaboutmy queerness,ithasincreasinglyputmeatoddswithDesi andAppalachianspaceswherequeernessiseither explicitlyorimplicitlynotwelcome.Themoresalientmy queernesshasbecometomyidentity,theharderithas becometofeelfullygroundedineitherDesior Appalachiancommunities,andthegriefoflosingthat senseofbelongingispartofwhatI’mmappinginmy writing.

Jeff:

Younavigateseveralworldsinyourmemoir:Desi, Appalachian,Queer.Whathasbeenthereactionfromeach ofthesecultures?

Neema:

Verydifferentineachcase.Ithinkforlotsofeldersofmy Desicommunity,myhonestymakesthemuncomfortable. Theyweren’traisedtoseewomenastruthtellers,or holdersofopinion,andtheycertainlyweren’traisedina worldwhereitwasacceptableforwomentowritethose truthsdown,andthentopublishthem.Sothere’sbeena lotof,“You’resohonest,youcan’thelpit,”and,“What willpeoplesay?”andI’vejusthadtocometotermswith thefactthatthere’sagenerationalgapthatI’mnot necessarilygoingtobeabletobridge.ForDesifolksof mygenerationandyounger,theresponsehasbeenreally

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lovely,withmanyinstancesinwhichfolkshavesaidtome thattheyneverthoughtourtinyDesiAppalachian communitywouldbeknowntoanyonebutus,andthat seeingitrenderedonthepagehasgiventhemapowerful senseofvalidation.

IntermsofAppalachianfolks,thewaysinwhichtheyfind resonanceinthebookcontinuestosurpriseme.Ican’ttell youhowmanyWhite,straight,cisAppalachianmenhave toldme,“IthoughtI’dhavenothingincommonwithyou whenIstartedreadingthisbook,andyetsomehowIkept findingmyselfinitspages.”Somanyofthethroughlines thatIthoughtwereaboutimmigrantfamilydynamics turnedouttobeaboutAppalachianfamilydynamicsas well.SomanyofthequestionsI’maskingresonatefor folksinAppalachia,regardlessofwhethertheyhappento bequeerorDesiaswell.

Butaboveall,thegroupoffolkswhohavehadthemost beautiful,meaningfulresponsetothisbookhavebeen queerAppalachianfolks,forwhomIthinkthequestions aboutbelongingresonatemostdeeply.Somanybaby queershavesentmemessagesexpressingthattheyfeel lesslonelyknowingthatIsharetheirquestions,andthatit helpsthemtoknowthatit’spossibletofindasoftplaceto landasaqueerperson,whetherthatplaceisinAppalachia orelsewhere.

Ultimately,I’vebeentrulymovedbyhowmuchresonance folksinallthreecommunitieshavefoundwithinthepages ofthisbook.Iwroteit,insomeways,torendermyself

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whole.Tocreateaplaceintheworldwhereallofme–the queer,Appalachian,andDesipartsofme–couldbeheld together.Andyetsomehow,indoingthat,itseemslikeI alsocreatedamirrorforfolkswhoholdone,two,or sometimesallthreeofthoseidentities.

Robert:

AnotherAppalachiaisahumanstory,butit’salsoa politicalstory.Pleasediscusswhyandhowyoucreateda personalnarrativethatmakesanimportantstatement aboutourculture.

Neema:

Thepoliticsofpolarizationthrivesintheabsenceof nuance.Politicianswhopeddlepolarizingnarrativesdoso byrenderingusallflat,makinguscaricatures,andthen weaponizingthosecaricaturessothatweturnonone another,insteadofrecognizingthesystemsandstructures thatareoppressingallofus.Inmymind,theonly effectivewaytocombatpolarizationisbybringingpeople closertooneanother,makingthemseeoneanotherasfull, complicatedpeople,andthusinterruptingthestereotyped narrativethey’rebeingofferedbypoliticiansandmedia. Maybeitsoundscheesy,buttheonlysolveIcanfindto theintensepolarizationofthismomentisnarrative.It’s storiesofselfthatmakeitimpossibleforthestereotypesto gounquestioned.I’mnottryingtowritethedefinitivetext

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aboutAppalachia.Idon’tbelievethereisasingle definitivetextaboutAppalachia,oranyotherplaceforthat matter.ButIdobelievethatifItellyoumystory,ifI bringyouascloseaspossibletotheplacesandpeopleI love,thenitmakesitharderforyoutodehumanizethem, torenderharmonthem,tosupportpoliciesthatwilldo themharm.

Jeff:

Whathaveyoulearnedaboutyourselfnowthatyouhave sharedyourstory,withyourfamilyandtheworld?

Neema:

I’velearnedthatthereisalotofpowerinchallenging shamenarratives,andthatonceyoufreeyourselfof shame,itallowsyoutospeaktruthtopowerinawaythat isso,soimportant.AndI’velearnedthatthoughI’velived outsideofAppalachiaforasmanyyearsasIlivedwithin it,writingabookaboutbelonginginAppalachiahas broughtmeintocloserrelationshipswithpeopletherethan I’vebeenatanypointsinceleaving.Andmost importantly,IthinkI’velearnedthatwhenweallow ourselvestobevulnerableaswriters,andletreadersinto thethoughtsandquestionsthatwearegrapplingwith,they meetourvulnerabilitywiththeirown,andweultimately allfeelalittlelessaloneasaresult.

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RobertGwaltney, awardwinningauthorof southernfiction,isa graduateofFloridaStateUniversity.HeresidesinAtlantaGeorgia withhispartner,whereheisanactivememberoftheAtlanta literarycommunity.Robert’sworkhasappearedinsuch publicationsasTheSignalMountainReviewandTheDeadMule SchoolofSouthernLiterature.Hisdebutnovel,TheCicadaTree, wontheSomersetAwardforliteraryfiction.

JeffreyDaleLofton,hailsfromWarmSprings,Ga.Hisyearstelling thestoriesofplaywrightsandscriptwriterstaughthimthepullofa powerfulstoryarc.Today,heisasenioradvisorattheLibraryof Congress,surroundedbybooksandpeoplewholovebooks. Red ClaySuzie ishisfirstworkoffiction,writtenthroughhispersonal lensgrowingupanoutsiderfiguringoutlifeandloveina conservativefamilyandcommunityintheDeepSouth.

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“Anessentialtexttoaddtothenew canonofAppalachianwriting—a compassionateandrigorousmemoir oftheauthor’sexperiencegrowing upasaqueerHinduchildand teenagerinasmallcommunityof WestVirginianIndians.Another Appalachiaisabrightanddeeply empatheticportraitofacomplicated place,aplacethatNeemaAvashia allowstobemultifacetedintheway itdeserves.”

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DismantlingaChildhood

JonSokol

ThelateAugustsunscorchedEdgar’sbareneckand weighedhimdownasifhewerecarryinganothermanon hisback.Theairwasthickwithhumidity.Eachgulped breathwaslikeinhalingthroughasoggysponge.Itwas only10:30inthemorning.ButonthisoppressiveSunday, hewasdeterminedtoteardowntherottingplaystructure inhisbackyard.

Perhaps“determined”isnottheproperword.Hiswife, Emily,wascertainlydeterminedtohavetheeyesore removed.Edgardidnotparticularlycareforthepressuretreatedskeletonoutback,buttherewasalothedidn’tcare for.Hedidn’tcareforthefactthatEmilyhadthreatenedto asktheworkcrewpatchingtheirneighbor’srooftotear downthemonstrosityandhaulitoff.Hedidn’tcareforthe insinuationthathewasalazyso-and-so.

Hedidn’tcaretogethishandsdirty.Hedidn’tcarefor theinevitablesnakes,thebustedknuckles,themissedball game,thepryingneighborlyquestions.Hedidnotcare.

Hedidnotcareifthedilapidatedjunglegymremainedin

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itsprimeshadyspotuntilGodAlmightyandEnglishIvy broughtitdowntoitschemicallypreserved4x4knees.

ButEmilydidcare.Thefamilythatsoldthemthehouse hadbeenbrimmingwithCatholicchildren,whileshe,with herapparentlybarrenwomb,hadnone.Sohe,onthisday, the394thsincetheymovedintothe“whimsical”Queen AnneonButlerStreet,woulddismantlethestructurewith thehopesofpreservingafewpiecesofusablelumberand whatlittlepridehehadleft.

Edgar,forlorn,stoodfacingtheplayset.Heworehis worstjeansandaKISSt-shirthehadboughtataconcert in1991.Hehadbeensixteenandhadtosneakoutofhis grandmother’shouse.Thatwasbackwhentheband wasn’twearinganymakeup.Heregrettednotseeingthem beforetheyditchedthefacepaint.Sure,hecouldseethem nextmonthontheirfarewelltour,paintedandhoary,but withoutAceandChris,itjustwasn’tKISS.

Hekickedoneoftheposts.Itdidnotbudge.Hefretted thattheymayhavebeensetinconcrete.

Thirtyminuteslater,hehadassembledanarsenalof tools,somejanglingfromanuncomfortabletoolbelt,that wouldallowhimtoremoveeachboardonebyone.His planwastousesomeoftheplayset’sbetterboardstobuild apairofAdirondackchairssuitableforadults.Andmaybe abirdhouseortwosincetherottenstructurewashometo quiteafewbackyardchirpers.

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Edgarremovedhissafetyglasses.Heglaredatthe monstrosityandjammedhisthumbsintothetoolbelt. “Areyoumakingfunofme,Swingset?”hesaidaloud. Thelatemorningtricklesofsweatwereturningintoa deluge.Thestructurestaredsilentlybackathim.

Edgarunhingedhisstepladderandclimbeduptothe longcrossmemberthatspannedfromthemainstructure (partpirateship,partdollhouse)toana-frametenfeet awayandsupportedthreeplasticswings.Heunhookedthe chainsonebyoneandrelishedthesatisfyingclinksasthe swingsdroppedtotheground.

“Youaren’tsotough,”hesaid.Adaddylong-legs knuckledawayfromhimonthebeam.Edgarpulledouta clawhammerfromhistoolbeltandsquashedthespider withathump.Spiderjuicesquirtedintohislefteye.It burnedlikefire.“Sonofabitch!”Herubbedithardand knockedoffthesafetyglassesthathadbeenperchedon thebillofhisballcap.

“AllGod’screations.”Hisgrandmother’swordsfrom longagowaftedthroughhismind.“Everylittlecreature hasareasonforbeinghereonGod’sbeautifulearth,”she wouldsay,lazilyswattingmosquitoesonthebackporch aslittleEdgarwouldsitintheyard,torturingantswitha pilferedcigarettelighter.

Edgarhadgonetolivewithhiswidowedgrandmothera fewdaysafterhiseighthbirthdayandtwoweeksbefore

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hismotherleftonamissiontriptoParaguay.Hewould notseeheragainuntilhisownwedding.

“Ineverhadaswingset,”hesaidtotheswingset.“Not evenoneasshittyasyou.”Heloosenedrustedboltsusing acanofWD-40andaratchet.“Nodadtobuildone either.”

NeitherEdgarnorhismotherhadknownhisfather’s realname.ThetravelingpreacherhadusedPhineas Godsonasanalias.Andalthoughtheslick-hairedPreacher Godsonwascertainlypresentforthenotablymaculate conception,hehadn’tstuckaroundfortheratherbanal birth.

TheA-frametoppledtothegroundleavingtheswing supportbeamhangingprecariouslylikeamanabouttofall fromaboat.Edgareaseddowntheladderandmovedit awayfromthewavering6x6timber.Heclimbedupinto themainstructureandremovedtheplasticshipsteering wheelandthetatteredremnantsofarainbowsailthat remindedhimofhisgrandmother’sbathtowels.

Shewouldstringupthelaundryeveryothermorning andmakelittleEdgarreadtoherfromtheOldTestament. SheespeciallylovedtheshallsandshallnotsofLeviticus.

Shewasthekindofwomanwholovedherneighbor,loved herchurch,andlovedhergrandchild.Shelovedhimso muchthatshespentaconsiderableamountofhertime beatingthehelloutofhim.

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Edgarpriedaboardlooseandtoreitoffthestructure. Anunseenrednailscratchedhisforearmashetossedthe planktotheground.Bloodseepedfromtheshallowcut. Hewipedthewoundonhisjeans.

“It’snotsobad,”hehadheardhisgrandmothersay. LittleEdgarhadcuthisfootonsomerebaroutintheyard. Shehadnotbelievedinvaccineseventhoughtetanus shotswerefreeforthepoorkidsinthetown.Hewould screamasshepouredkeroseneonthewoundthenwhip hisassforthewordshe’dused.

Byearlyafternoon,Edgarhadsucceededinbringing downhalfoftheplaystructure.Emilybroughthima baconsandwichandaBloodyMary.

“How’sitcoming,cowboy?”

“Itwaskickingmyassearlier,”hesaid.“Butit’s comingdownnow.”Heravagedthesandwichanddowned thecocktaillikeabackslidingdrunk.

“Areyouokay?”

“Me?Yeah.Why?”

“Youdon’tlooksogood.”

Edgarlookeddownathissunburntarms.Adriedcreek ofblackcoagulatedbloodhadcrustedontheleftone.“It’s notbad.”

“Letmeknowifyouneedsomehelp,okay?”

“I’mfine.Justleavemealone.”

“‘kay.”Emilytookhispaperplateandemptyplasticcup

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andlefthimabottleofwater.

Hewatchedasshewalkedbacktothehouse.Shewould havebeenagoodmother,hethought.Butbiology’scruel randomnesshadmadethatimpossible.Helookedbackat theplaystructureandrubbedhiseyethatstillstungfrom spiderguts.

Let’sgetthisoverwith.

Edgarusedthebluntendofasplittingmaultocrash downtheslidingboard.Hefoundthatdestructionwas moresatisfyingthanpullingnailsandtappingoutbolts. Herippeddownthemonkeybarsthatremindedhimofthe playgroundatschool.Theschoolhehadattendedupuntil thirdgradewhenhisgrandmotherpulledhimoutofthat “GodlessLakeofFire.”

“Theystillteachingyouaboutmonkeysanddinosaurs?” shehadaskedoneday.“Iknowthey’reyourfavorite animals,buttheydon’tneedtobeteachingthattrashto youngminds.”

Edgarthrewdownthemaulandfelltohisknees.

“That’sright,boy,”heheardhersay.“Prayfor forgiveness.”

Idon’twantforgiveness,youoldbat.

“TellJesustoforgiveyouforlisteningtothatsinful music,”shesaidinasinginggospelvoicethatgrewlouder inhisskull.“Tellhimtoforgiveyouforyourbathroom iniquities.Yourevilintentions.Yourrebelliousnature!”

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Edgarvomitedonthegroundstainingthegrasswith bloodred.Hebegantofeel—better.Hewipedhismouth andstoodonshakylegs.Hesawhisgrandmotherlyingin hercoffin.Herfacewaspowderedanunnaturalwhite,and sheworeabluedressandatwistedgrin.

“Laughifyouwant,butI’mdonewithyou,”hehadtold thecorpse.Hewaseighteenwhenshehadfinallydied fromsomeundiagnosedillness.

Edgarfacedthestoicremainsandadjustedhistoolbelt. “Swingset,”hesaidinagravelyAnthonyQuinnvoice.“I loveyouverymuch.ButIwilltakeyoudownbeforethis dayends.”

HejammedinhisearbudsandscrolledtoACDConhis phone.Hisheadbobbedtothesnaredrumslashes signalingthebeginningof“WhoMadeWho.”Hepulled thecordonhischainsawanditroaredtolife.Henolonger caredaboutpreservinganything.Aftertenminutesthe playsetthatoncebelongedtoanunknownchildwas turnedintoalifelessheapofsplinteredgraywood.

Edgarkilledthesawandpulledouthisearbuds.He lookedoverthefenceandsawReba,hisneighbor, watchinghimfromherbackporch.Sheheldalimegreen wateringcan.Herbrowwaswrinkledwithconcern.

“Doyouneedsomehelp,Edgar?”

“Noma’am.I’mgood.”

It’sallgood.Fornow.

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JonSokolisawriter,forester,traveler,andfurnituremakerfromnortheastGeorgia.Hisshortstoriesand essayshaveappearedintheJamesDickeyReview,Gray’s SportingJournal,SouthernLiteraryReview,Gutwrench Journal,ReckonReview,CowboyJamboree,TheDead MuleSchoolofSouthernLiterature,andotherjournals andanthologies.In2021,hegraduatedfromReinhardt UniversitywithanMFAinCreativeWriting.Joncanbe foundonlineatwww.jonsokol.comand@JonSokolWriter onTwitter.

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ThePartyOrganiser FiorellaRuas

Thisisgoingtobegreat.Bella’sgoingtobesochuffed aboutthis,MegthinksinthetinykitchenetteofherSouth Londononebedroomflat,dragging,inanartstudent intensesortofway,onherroll-upasshepondersher weekendawayintheSouthofFrance.Ifonlysomeone hadthoughtoforganisingasurprisepartylikethatforher forty-fifth.Ontheotherhand,asshe’sconsistentlylied aboutherageovertheyears,whowouldknow?Evenshe doesn'tknowhowoldsheisanymore.Themathematics havegotharder.She’llprobablyenduphavingherfortyfifthbirthdaywhenshe’saroundfifty-seven.

Whenanyonehasaskedherage,herresponsehas alwaysbeen:howolddoyouthink?Andthenshe’sjust gonealongwiththeiranswer.Hergroupoffriendsmust allhavedifferentfiguresintheirheads.She’snoticed people’sguesseshavesteadilygotcloserandclosertothe realityofherageandwhen,inthepast,sheusedtowalk awayfeelingsopleasedthattheythoughtshewaseight

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yearsyoungerthanshewas,nowtheyseemtohitayearor soofftherealfigureandnotalwaysintherightdirection.

“Iknowhon,IwishIcouldtakeyouwithmeaswell,” shesaystohercatRory.“Youcouldhangoutinbarns withsomerealcoolFrenchcats.”

WhatwouldshedowithoutoldRory?Megthinksas shecaresseshishairylittlechin.

Whowouldshehearheavybreathingnexttoherat night,lyingonhisbackwithhislittlepenisintheair, fartingawaywithpleasure,pukingontheduvetinthe earlyhoursofthemorning?

JustasRorystartstopukewiththeemotionofitall,the doorbellrings.It'slate.Alittleshudderofpanicfilters downthroughMeg’sbody.Becausesheknowswhoitis. She’sbeenthroughtherapyandcourtcasestogetridof him.Onlyhejustwon’tgoaway.

Thedoorbellringsagain.Theroll-updropsoutofher hand.

“Meg,”amoaninglittlevoicecomesthroughthedoor. Fuck,whydidn’tsheturnoutthelightquickenough. Shecan'tpretendshe'snottherenow.

“Iknowyou’rethere,”thelittlewhiningvoicesays.

"No,I’mnot.Goaway,"Megshoutsfromthebedroom doorattheshadowshecanseeintheglassofthefront doorquicklyscanningalltheboltsandlockstoseeif they'realllocked.

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OhGod,you’dthinkwithageandwisdomand experience,she’dhavelearnedtospottheoddbadapple inherboyfriendcollection,thelatentabuser,thelurking misogynist,thedangeroushomicidalstalker....butno,for twoyearsago,notonlydidshemanagetohitchupwith oneboyfriendturnedstalker,buttwo.Twostalkersforthe priceofone.She’softenwonderedwhatthissaysabout her,whatnormalsane,experienced,world-wisewoman would,whilstonederangedexboyfriendwasstalkingher, enduphavinganaffairwiththepolicedetectivedealing withthecasewhoturnsouttobeevenmoreviolentand dangerousthanthestalker.

“PleaseMeg.Openthedoor.”Hisvoicehasgottenmore menacing.It’sthesameoldpattern.Howwasshemeant toknowthatbehindthatheroic,virile,unrealAmerican copfilmlooklayaninsecure,whininglittlemanproneto fitsofviolence?Well,that’sit.Itwastoounreal.She shouldhaveknownhewasjustplayingapartandhad watchedtoomanyAmericanfilmshimself.Theonlything, infact,theyhadincommon.

Megpickstheroll-upoutofthemassofotherlittle stub-outsandre-lights.Shewentonacoursetolearnhow todealwiththistypeofpotentiallydangeroussituation. Shelearnedtobecalm,tomakelightofthesituation,to soundlikeoneofthosewellmeaningpatronisinglate nightradioDJsdealingwithanobviouslyderangedand

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potentiallydangerouslistener.

“Youhavetostopthis.Youhavetogohomenow.I'm tryingtobeniceaboutthis.Youdon’twantmetocallthe policeagaindoyou?”

“Iamthepolice.”

“No,Robert.Remember?You’vebeenthrownoffthe forcefor stalkingme.Forgottenthatlittlecourtcaseweall wentto?Thelocalpapernameandshamething?Andthen thenicepolicementookyourbadgeandgunoffyoulike inthefilms.”

“Ididn’thaveagun."

Andwhydidsheevengowithsomeonewhohad absolutelynosenseofhumour?

“Youhadabadge,comeon.Look,you’vejustgottoget itintoyourhead.NeitherInortheMetropolitanpolice forceloveyouanymore.”

“I’mgoingtotopmyself,”hesayspathetically, changinghistack.

“Listentome.Idon’tloveyouanymore.I’mnotsureI everdid.Rory’spukedjustatthethoughtofyoucoming tothedoor.It'sover.Pleasejustgohomehoney.”

“Honey.Youcalledme honey.”

“Yes?”

“Soyoustillloveme,”hesays,affirmatively.

Thismanisacompleteidiotandamanipulativeoneat that.Averybadcombination.

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“Honey,Icallmydentist“honey”.Icallthecashier withbracesandspotsatSainsbury'scheckout“honey”. Don’tmeanIwanttohavesexwiththemhoney.Goaway. Pleasedon’tdothistome."

"Meg....,"heshoutsashebangshisfistonthefront door.

Megjumps,droppingherrollupyetagainandgoes backintothebedroomtograbhermobilefromthebedside table,tryingtokeephercool.

“Honey,I’mgoingtocounttothree.AndthenI'mgoing toringthatlittlenumbertheygavemeandthesanemenin policeuniformswillcomeandtakeyouawayagain.”

“Justshowmeyourfaceonemoretime,”changinghis toneyetagainintoanalmostbalanced,normal,reasonable voice.

“One.”

“IpromiseIwon’tdoanythingsilly.”

“Two.”

“Meg...”

“Three.Right.I'mcalling.”

“Okay,Okay,I’mgoing.”Hekicksthedoorbefore stridingangrilydowntheroad.

Oh,well,couldbeworse,atleastshedealtwithitall prettywell.Calm,makinglightofthesituation,non confrontational.

JustaswellI’mgoingaway,Megthinks,asnotforthe

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firsttime,shelistens,herearupagainstthefrontdoor,to checkifthecreepyfootstepsaretrulywalkingaway.

Megisoneoflife'scoursetakers—coursesin assertivenesstraining,beingawellwoman,cat psychology,becominganovernightsuccessbutnotoneof thesecourseshaveevertoldherwhysheissoattractedto, atbest,losers,atworsthomicidalmaniacs.

And,asshecrawlsonherhandsandkneesovertothe livingroomwindowwhereshepeepsoutofthecurtainsto makesurethecreepyexpolicemanhastrulywalkedoff intotheSouthLondonnight,she’scomingtothehorrible conclusionthatthereisnoanswer.

MaybeI’lljusthavetokillhimliketheyendupdoing inthefilms,Megthinks,asshewatcheshimwalkaway intothenight.

“ThiswillreallycheerBellaup.”Megthinks.And althoughsheiswellawarethatyoucan’ttellsomeone who’sindepressionhowluckytheyare—it’sliketelling someonewithnolegsthey’reluckytohavea wheelchair—shestillcan’tunderstandwhyheroldcollege friendneedscheeringupinthefirstplace.

Whyshe'ssodepressed,Godonlyknows.Sheisso

LUCKY.Youjustwanttoshakeherandtellhertobuck herideasup.Shecouldbeinawheelchair.Orworse,have nolegs and nowheelchair.Livingbythesideofthe

railwaylineinAfricaorSouthAmerica.Justastub,

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wheelingherselfaroundonatrolley.Orshecouldbeme. MegthinkstoherselfasshefoldsherovernightT-shirt intoherback-packwhichRorythecathasmanagedto coverinamammothamountofhairinanalarminglyshort amountoftime.

FiorellaRuas'writingbackgroundisintheatre.Afteroneofher playsreceivedcriticalpraiseintheNationalpress,shewas commissionedtowriteforFilmandTV.Fiorella'sstoriesand poemshaveappearedinseveralanthologies,magazinesand literaryjournals.Shehasjustfinishedherfirstnovel.

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TheBreadGrabbers

JonathanPett

It'sthesmellofoldcoffeeandstalewine,behindthe curtain,thatdivideshishomelifefromhisshoplife.His lifefromtheirs–fromthebreadgrabbers.

Ashetakesthefirstdragoftheday–thatfirstdragthat fillshiswholebody,thatshootsdownhisarms,dizzying andsteadyinghimallatonce–Martinleansonthebarand contemplateslastnight,thedebrisscatteredalongthepine bar.Dirtyglasses,spiltbeerandchampagne,oldsmoke andpeanuts.Whydoeshedoit?It'saveritablepublic servicehe’sofferinghere.Everybirthday,everyspecial occasion,allthelocalpeoplewithnowhereelsetogoand no-oneelsetosee,allmaketheirwayovertoMartin's. Whereelseistheretogointhemiddleofnowhere?

Lastnight,itwastheturnoftheonlyEnglishguyinthe village,Jack,celebratingthesecondscanofhisbabywho, hedrunkenlytoldMartin,he’sdecidedtocallMJ.What doesthatevenstandfor?

Martintakestheoffendinglittlecrunchoftobaccoout ofhismouthandspitsintotheashtray.Stepsfromthecafé

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intotheshop.

ThisisDésirée'sarea.Nothis.There'ssomethingabout thatcounter,thatoldcashbox,themeatslicer,thatwhole servicearea,thatturnshisstomachfirstthinginthe morning.Thisiswherehiswifebecomesashopkeeper andhe,ifyoulistentovillagegossip,alazy,miserable bastardwholetshiswifedoalltheworkwhilstheserves drinkstohismatesintheback.

Well,tobeashopkeeperwasnothislife'sambition. Runningroundforastreamofmiserablecountrypeople. Anyonewithawalletcanlookhiswifeintheeye–she's justashopassistant–andcomplainabouttheirbread,get hiswiferunningaroundtheshop,forthisandthat, moaningaboutthem,daringtocloseforlunch.Oreven worse,thinkingthattheyhaveanyrighttotakeaholiday. They’rethebreadandwaterofthisvillage.Theyhavea dutytoserve.They'remoreimportantthanthevillage doctor.Andmuchlessexpensive.

ThisisthepartofhislifeinCasterathathehatesthe most.ThepartthatputshimandhisbelovedDésirée down,putsthematthelocals’service.Désiréebending andbowingandrunningaroundforthemall.Shesaysshe doesn'tcare.Andmaybeshesaysthatforhim,becauseshe knowsshehasnochoice,becausesheknowsthathewon't doittohimself.He'llgetinallthedeliveries.He'llstack theshelves,andmakecoffeeforanyonewhoaskshim

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nicely,buthewon'tserve.Anyone.

Thechurchbellsstarttheirringing,bullyingawaytheir lives,aconstantreminderoftheirindispensability,ashe opensuptheoldshopdoor.Deadoneighto'clock.Not badforathirty-fiveyearold,whowenttobedat4:30in themorning,afterconsumingararemixofdrinks includingarmagnac,whiskey,wineandbeer–allsloshed downwithsomefoiegrasandTheClash.

Helooksout,seesthemistlininguponthehorizon,and startstolikethisCasteraagain,startstorememberwhy theyansweredthatad,lookingforacoupleofsuckers,to runavillageshopinthemiddleofnowhereandwhyhe’s stillhereinsteadofdrivingdeliveryvansintheMarseille suburbs.ThiscoolofthemorningCastera,notyetspoiled bycustomers,thebreadgrabbers.Thisisagoodmoment forhim,themomentbeforethedaybegins.Beforetheday ofbreadandmoneyandtalk.

Hegoesoutside,leansonhiscarandlightsuphisroll. HelooksupatJack'sclosedshutters.Jackdoesn'thaveto getupatthistime,hedoesn'thavetogethishandsdirty withcoinsandseehiswiferunaroundonsomeone's whim.

And,asMartincrusheshisfirstcigaretteofthedayinto theground,heturnsandseestheIrishwoman,Patsy,with thedogsandthenicelegs,whowas,apparently,aday timechatshowhostbackinIreland,comingdownthe

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roadandit'sstarting,thedayisstarting,noavoidingit.

…andthere'ssmelling,sixty-yearoldbachelorboy, Roger,who’sneverownedaTVsetorafridgecomingin fromtheleftandit's...

…inevitable,inescapable.Howmanygreetingswillhe havetogothroughinaday?Hewantstogorunningwhen heseesthosefirsttwocustomersoftheday,boringdown onhim,breadintheireyes,baguettes,baguettes, baguettes.Breadswimmingaroundintheireyes.

Woulditkillthemnottohavesomethingtodunkin theirbowlsofcoffee?TheyprobablythinkheandDésirée shouldopenearlier.Theymustliterallyhearhimunlock thedoors,thosegreedybreadgrabbers.He’ssickofthe sightofbread.Hecoulddowithouteverdippinganother pieceofbread.

'Desiree!'heshoutsup,ashereluctantlystepsintothe shopafterthem.WalksinpastRoger,whoisalready standingthere,smelling,atthecounter.Waitingforhis bread.Hedoesn'tdareaskhim.

AndasDésiréepoundsdownthestairs,Martinsteps intohisterritory–thecaféattheback–andstartstoprepare somecoffeefortheimminentarrivalofhisregulars.

AsMartinpourshimselfhisfirstespressoofthedayand watchesDésirée.AftershowingRogeroutofthedoor,she stands,archedinthedoorway,coveringthelightofthe doorwithherform,thoselong,longlegsfromMarseille,

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toweringoverhislife.Hestillcan'thelpeyeingthem–it's sortofobscene,toeyeupyourwifeaftertwenty-odd years,itwouldfeelmoresaneandrespectabletobeeyeing uppassingwomen–buthestilleyesuphiswifeandhe'll beeyeingupthoselonglegstillthedayhedies.That amazingbodyfromMarseillethathastakenoverhislife.

Heknew,assoonasheseteyesonthatfifteen-yearold girlwiththatMarseilledarknessandthoselegs,thathe wouldneverwantanotherwoman'sbody.Howcould anyonecomparewiththoselegs…inthosewhiteshoes? Andshortskirt…firstthinginthemorning?Givethe localssomethingtothinkabout,astheydunktheirbread intheircoffee.

HervoiceboomsoutatChristian,thevillagegardener, ashepullsupinhisvan.Jesus,that'savoicethatcould breakstone,cuthisheartintwoifheneverhearditagain, ifitwastakenawayfromhislife…andinstepshismate Christian,kissinghiswife,asMartinalreadystartstopour outanespressoforhim.

ThisskinnyChristian,withamazingstrengthfor someonesoslender,isallfreshairandthinmusclesand goodness.Helikesthismanandhispresenceinhisbar andcan'thelpwonderingwhythiseasyman,with innocenceinhissoul,iswastinghislifeawaywithatight, punyeyedfifty-fiveyearoldwifewhomakeshimwork hislifeaway.Christianstartshisdaywithapaperroundat

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5:30inthemorningbeforecomingtoworkherefromnine tosixandspendshiseveningsandweekendsworkingon buildingahouseforhiswife'sparentsordaughteror whicheverofhervoraciousfamilyneedstoabuse Christian’skindnessnext.

Andfollowinghimin,there'sintellectualcommunist, skirtchasingpostman,Didier,withamazinglylittlemoral strengthforacommunist.Didier,withhiswispy,balding, blondhairandsmoothcommunisteyes,alwaysdashesin, withanewspaperunderhisarm–alwayssomecapitalist crimetodiscuss.Ifyoucomebackhomeunexpectedand seeDidier'syellowpostvanparkedinyourbackyard,you knowyourwife'sbeentemptedbysomeoftheDidier treatment.

Everymorning,likeclockwork,8:30am,thesetwo friendsbothfindtheirwayintohisbarandspendthenext thirtyminutesoftheirlivestakingthepissoutofeach other.

Thesebanteringbastardsarefollowedinbythemothers whocomeinat9:15am,afterdroppingofftheirkidsat thelocalvillageschool.Theplumber'swife,thefarmer's wife,andthecomputerprogrammer'swife.Now,that’s whenitbecomesinterestingbeingacafébarman,that's whenhebecomesdiscrete,hoveringsensitively,likeareal barman,areal garçon,eavesdroppingonthosebitsof insightintotheirmen'slives.Allthathonestyandgentle

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bitchinessandtalkofmedicalstuff.

Andthen,dottedthroughtherestofthemorning,there's thelonelylonerswhoneedsomecontact,somelaughter, sometime,someofMartin’scoffeeandsympathy.The widows,thedivorced,theoutofwork.Thisisthetimeof daywhenhefeelsthemostexposed,outintheopen.

Heavyweightofthemorning.Whenalltherighteous, goodpeopleareoutatwork.“What'shedoinghere?

LettinghiswifeDésiréedoallthework,hedoesn'teven botherservinganycustomers,justsitschattingawayinthe barwithhismates.He'sgotthreekidsandallhedoesis playcomputergamesandhavecoffeewithhismates.”

Thisisthetimeofdaywhenhecontemplatesleaving thisvillage,stuckoutinthemiddleofnowhereinteresting. Thisisthetimewhenhelongstoseetheblueseaaround Marseillewheretheyusedtoliveor,anywherebutthis imposingquietandcalmandheavyjudgement.Thisisthe timewhenheresentsseeinghisdignifiedwifebending andscrapingaroundforafeweuros.

Hetakesanothercigaretteoutside,leaningonhiscar, lookingupatJacktappingawayathisPCandseestheir nextdoorneighbourPierre,outontheterrace,lookinglost withouthisOdette,whoislying,illwithcancer,inthe roomleadingontotheterrace–Pierrerelayingtoherthe gossipoftheday.

Ithastobesaidthere'sloveanddevotioninthatold

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couple.TheBirdmanPierreandOdettegossiptheirlives away,inheaven,fromtheirperchtogether.Theysharethe sameinterests-people.Howmanycouplescansaythat?

Discussingpeoplealldaylongandintothenight,onthat observationpost.

Heknowsexactlywhatallthevillagersthinkofhim, whattheybitchaboutbehindhisback,thatheshouldbe moreofamanandgoouttoprovethathecanworklong hours.Butwhyshouldhegoofftowork,leavinghiswife athomewhenallhewantstodoisbewithher,sharehis lifewithher?He’sdonethatgoingouttowork,having separatelivesandslowlygrowingapartwhenhewason theroad.Hedoesn'tneedtoprovehishumanworthby killinghimselfworkingforteneurosanhour,pounding theroadsandwonderingwhothefuckhiswifeandkids are.

Andthisistheonlythingthatmakesitworthwhilefor him,stayinginthisgodforsakencountryhole–thefactthat hecanlaughandtalkhisdaysawaywithhiswifeandget toseehischildrengrow.Thisshopinthemiddleof nowhereinterestinghasatleastgiventhemthat.

Andmaybeit'sworththeprice.Ofthejudgementand scornofthebreadgrabbers.

Hismorningfinisheswiththemiddaybreadflood.You canseetheelbowinglookofangerintheireyes.Asthey runinfromworkdeadontwelve.Don'teverrunoutof

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breadorwewillburnyourhousedownandshoveyour childrendownthewell.Don'tyoueverthinkofclosing down.Ortakingaholiday.Weneedourbread...bread, bread,bread.Breadformorning,breadformidday,bread fordinner.Fuckingbread!

Hehastokeeptellinghimself,tostophimselffrom deckingoneofthem,thatthey'recloseto12:30.His favouritemomentoftheday.Shutupshop.Thesoundof thatdoorclosing.Slidetheboltacross.Getoutthatnew whitewinechilledinthefridge.Primeur.Good,fresh words.Firstoftheseason.Tasteslikespring.Watchthe news.SeeifLePen'stakenoverandJack’spackinghis bags.

Intheafternoon,asDésiréemanhandlesstacksofmilk andbottlesofwater,inbetweenhoarselaughterand chattingwiththecustomersandpassers-by,heslopesoff downtotheallotmentforacoupleofhours.Ohdon't worry,guiltandshamefollowhimdownthere.Hefeels bad,tolethiswifetaketheburdenbuthecan't,hejust can't,heneedshistimeawayfromthosebreadgrabbers.

He’scoveredhere.Awayfromdeliveries,gossip, criticism,money,serviceandthatendlesssupplyofbread. Thatcounter,thosecoinschanginghands.

Hesitsandcontemplates,inhisplasticgardenchair,a littlesmellofsmokefromhisrollupfillingtheair.Herbs inthebreeze.It'ssweet,thissun.Thisair.Thisgentlelife.

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Heknowsit.Heknowsthatit'sbetterthananythingthey had,backintheMarseilleinnercity.Heknowsthat everythinghasaprice.Thispeaceandbeautyand tranquillityhasaprice.Alittlebitofhisandhiswife's dignity.

Butthisisundoubtedlyagoodplacetobe.Forhis eleven-yearoldsontoplayoutinthestreetuntillateand nothavingtoworryabouthimgettingintodrugs,fights andgangs,likehedid.Thatwasanotherreasonwhythey hadtoleavetheMarseillesuburbs.Helefthisreputation thereandhissonwouldhavehadtocontinueonthe legacy.Herehehasafreshchance.Smallschools,fresh air,nocrimeorviolence.Sometimesheevenforgetsto lockthecaratnight.Howlongwouldittakebackin Marseilletohaveregrettedthatmistake?

Jacksometimesjoinshiminthegarden.Theysitand theycontemplate.Cranberries,dope.Havingchildren.As JackgoesonathiminhisincomprehensibleFrenchand sometimeshehastopretendtounderstandhim,whenhe doesn’tknowwhatthehell'she'sonabout.Butitdoesn't matterwhathe'stryingtosaytohim.It'sbeinghere,it's savouringthetime,breathinginthesmellsofthoseherbs that'simportant.

Intheevening,ashethundersTheClashandDésirée getsuptodance,solight,socool–stillhisMarseillegirl–andthewhiskeysetsin,thattrancelike,beautifulhalfland

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ofwarmwhiskey,asTheClashpoundthefloor,poundthe villageonaMondayevening,cutthroughthatgentle quiet,asJoeStrummer'sfuckfuckingvoicecutsthrough thatSouthofFranceairandthatbottlesmashing,face punchingbeatgrindsout,helooksatDésirée,lightfoot dancing,freshasafifteen-yearold.They’vebeenthrough friendsandchildrenandsoulplungesandmarathonpissupsandthey’llbewhiskeydrinkinganddancingontheir owngraves.

Butthisishowhealwayswantedittobe.They'rea coupleofoldteenagerswhoneverwanttogrowup.He wantstosmashhiswaythroughlife,drinkingandplaying musicandwatchinghisprettyMarseillewifedance.He wantstheworldtobegood,tobekindandforgivinginhis alcoholinducedoblivion,oneveningslikethis,inhishot breathedparadise,withJoeStrummersteamingitinthe background,itis.

By3am,thechildrenarefinallyasleep,drapedoverthe sofa.Claraatoneend,FelixdrapedoverlittleManonat theother.Afterrunningthemselvesaroundthevillage, waitingfortheirparentstodrop,theyfinallygavein.But nottheirfather.Thereheis,inthe3amcalm,drinking withhisEnglishfriendwithwhiskeykindnessinhiseyes.

They'vegotredwineintheirhearts,himandJack.What acoupleofsadoldpiss-upsthey'dbothbewithoutgiant DésiréeorJack’sbadtemperedwife,Bella.Sippingtheir

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livesawayinredhell.Waitingforthatblur,thatdelusion, thatmistywinetime,whentheycrossovertotheother side,thesad,lifelessside.Oftheexcluded,thefuckups, theweak,thesofthearts,rebelsofthisfuckingshitworld whocan'tbringthemselvestobuyallthatshitaboutthree piecesuitesandfamilycars.

Iftheyhadn'tbothfallenintothatsweettrapoflove. Fifteenyearsold.Whatsortofageisthat?Stomachless, cocky,geezingaroundonhisbike,neverrealisinganyone likeDésiréecouldwanttospendherlifewithhim.Hedid hisdeadlife.Hedidhislorrydrivingintothenight,into hislife.Hedidhisworkoverlove,children,life.Hedid hisworkfornoreturn,hisembittered,loveless, passionlesskillingtoil.Andnowhe’slivingforlove.

WhenBellafinallymanagestopersuadeJacktogeton hisway,hesuddenlyrememberswhat'swaiting downstairs.Hesuddenlyremembersthebreadgrabbers. AndashewatchesJackandBellastaggerdowntheroad intotheirlittlehouse,hefeelsassoberashe’severbeenin hislife.Acoldnessshootsdownhisbody.Hetakesalast roll-up,asDésiréenudgesthechildrenawakeand manoeuvresthemtobed.Andhewonderswhetherhe wantstogetuptomorrow.Hewonderswhatwouldhappen iftheyjustdidn'topentheshop.Iftheyjustclosedthe shuttersonCasteraandallthosebreadgrabbersforgood.

“HurryupMartin.Gottogetupat5amtogoandget

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thebread!”

Jonathan's workhasappearedinseveralanthologies,magazines andliteraryjournals,bothinprintandonline.Hehasalso writtenfortheatre(RoyalNationalTheatrestudio,London Fringe,EdinburghFestival....),TV(BBC,World Productions,CarnivalFilms...)andFilm(ScalaProductions,Met Films...).Oneofhisfilmsiscurrentlyinpre-production.

“Yeah,yeah.Fuckingbread.”
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AGeorgiaLoveStory

ThesummerofmysenioryearincollegeIdroveup fromTallahasseetoSouthGeorgiatotryandhelpmyaunt whenherfosterson,Albert,acousinbybirth,ranoff again.SoonasIpulledupinAuntEdna’slonggravel drivewayoutinthecountry,IcouldhearFlash,herhound dog,howlinglikeallgetout.

AsIsteppedoutofthecar,Flashbayed,long,low,and deep,akeeningofsuchanguishIwouldhavethought AuntEdnahaddiedexceptshewassittingonthefront porch,shadedbytheancientoaks,wrappedinthescentof thejasminebloomingonthegardenfence,andwearinga pairofthread-barebell-bottomjeansshe’dprobablyhad sincethesixties.Shewassippingatallglassoficedbrown liquid,andnotwithstandingthetwigofmint,Isuspected thiswasnottea.

“What’swrongwithFlash?”Iasked,walkingupthe stonepathwaytotheporch,gratefulforapuffofbreeze.

“Well,son,Ibeenaskinghimthatallmorning,andhe

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hasn’tbotheredtoexplainjustyet.”AuntEdnaputher drinkdownandpusheduptostanding.“Igetyousome tea?Orarealdrink?”

Flashletoutayiportwoingreetingbeforehereturned touninterruptedhowling.

IthoughtabouthowgoodatallglassofJackDaniels withmintonicewouldtaste,butthenthoughtofthat narrow,hillyroadbacktoTallahasseewithatleastthree crossesroadsideatthesharpcurves.“Maybetea,later.”I climbedupontotheporch.“TellmewhatIcandoto help.”

“IbeenoutlookingforAlbertallmorningandhave plainworemyselfout.So,firstoff,setaspellwithme whileIrest.”AuntEdnapointedtoawroughtironbench besideherownwickerchairasshesatdownagain.“That is,ifyoucanstandlisteningtoFlash.”

“Youreckonhe’stryingtotellussomething?Like Albert’sstuckinaholesomewhere?”Ikeptstandingbut movedcloseenoughtosmellthelavenderoilAuntEdna likedtodabonherwrists.

“Nope.Werethatthecase,Flash’d’veledmethere already.I’lllaybetsAlbertmadeittotownwithoutfalling inahole.He’sscrappyforaneight-year-old,thatboy.”

“WellFlash’ssuretryingtotellussomething.”Ifelt thatbreezeagain,morewindnow,blowingenoughtocool thesaltysweatonmybareforearms.“Thinkastorm’s

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fixingtohit?”

“Yeah,likeArmageddon,ifyoureadthepapers.”Aunt Ednapickedupherglassandcommencedsippingher whiskey.

“Sure,likethehoundsofhellintheBookof Revelations.”

Sheshookherhead,andinherbestschoolteachervoice said,“BookofRevelation.Nos.”

Flashkepthowling.Hisclawsclickedonthewooden slatesoftheporchasheracedfromonesidetotheother.

Irepeated,“HowcanIhelp?Wheredoyouwantmeto startlooking?”

Beforesheanswered,oneofthosestandardtansedans thestatelikestobuypulledupthegraveldriveway, comingtoastopbesidemyowntwenty-yearoldCivic.

EdnaandIstudiedthesituationasawomangotoutofthe driver’sside.Sheworeablueseersuckersuit,thejacket looseoverawhiteblouse,andatinylittlegoldcrossona chainshinedatherneck.

Thesun,comingthroughthegreentreetopsinbright, sharprays,hitthatwoman’sredhairandIswearthose beamsricocheted.Itwaslikeablastofheatlightninghit myfaceandsomethinglikeafloodgatebrokeopeninme. Icouldheartherushandflowofmyownbloodasmy heartkickedupagoodbitmorethananextrabeatortwo. Myfingersstartedtotingle.

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“That’sournewsocialworker.”AuntEdnaputdown herglassofwhiskeyasshespoke.

Theredhairedsocialworkerwalkedovertothe passengerside,openedthedoor,andpulledAlbertout. Shenevertookherhandoffthebackcollarofhisshirt.He glaredupattheporch,hishazeleyesdefiant.Heonly woreoneshoe,hisbrownhairstoodoutinodduncombed tufts,andhehadaredscrapeacrosshispugnose.His jeansweremuddyandrippedatoneknee.

“Goodafternoon,MissEdna.”Thesocialworker paused,castasharpeyeatFlashbeforepointingalong, slenderfingerathim.Flashtuckedhistailandgotquiet. LookingbackatAuntEdna,shesaid,“Ifyouwanttobe raisingupthisboy,you’regoingtohavetodobetterat keepinghimhome.”Herfaceglowedpinkwitheitherheat orfrustration.

“Whatyousuggest?”AuntEdnadidn’tbothertostand up.“Itiehimtothebedatnight?”

Flashstartedupwhimperingashescamperedatthe edgeoftheporch.

“Youcouldgivemesomeicecreamever’night,”Albert said,lookingupatAuntEdnawithastrangehopeful expression.AuntEdna’dtoldmebeforehowhestoleand hidfoodandwefiguredhemust’vegonehungryalot beforeshetookhimin.“I’dsurestayputifyoufeedme icecreamever’night.”

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“Andwatchyougetroundandfat,turnintoasugar diabetic,nosir,we’renotdoingthat.ButI’llseeyouget plentyofgood,decentfoodtoeat.Don’tIalwayspromise youthat?YougeticecreamSaturdaynightwithrestofus, andonholidays,butnotever’night,youhear?”

Thesocialworkerwasstaringatmenow.Istaredback. ShewasthemostbeautifulwomanI’devenseen,withthat redhairdowntohershoulders,pale,clearskin,pointed chin,andthoseblueeyesgleamingbackatmewiththe sunlightallglitteringonher.Shewaslookingatmeso hardshehadtopushherglassesoffherfaceintoherhair, wheretheyrestedlikeaheadband.

NowIamagood-lookingyoungman,tall,darkhaired andsquarejawed.Iknowit’snotrighttobragonyourself, butI’vegotamirror.Andthewaythatwoman’slips finallypartedintoasmiletoldmeshethoughtsotoo.

Flashstartedwigglingandwagginghistailattheedge oftheporch,andhiswhininghitanew,highpitch.

“LordandHeaven’ssake,Flash,geton.You’renottied up.”AuntEdnawavedherhandtowardAlbertandFlash leaptofftheporchandranfortheboy.

Alberthuggedthedog,whostartedgivinghisfacea lavishdeeplicking.

“MaybethenyoucouldletFlashsleepwithme.”Albert cockedhishead,awinsomekindoflookIsuspectedhe’d practiced.

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AuntEdnaappearedtobestudyingthatidea.Iknewshe didn’tholdwithlettingdogssleepinbeds,butIalsoknew sheplannedtohangontoAlbert.

“Couldbe,”shesaidatlast.

“Iwantmeaharddeal,then.”Alberttookastep forward,Flashdancingrightalongwithhim.“Putitin writin’forme.”

AuntEdnasmiled.Ismiled.Flashwaggedhistailso hardhefellover.Thesocialworkerkeptwatchingmeas hersmilegotbigger.AuntEdnaandIthinkAlbertwill makeafinelawyeronedayifshegetshimoutofgrade schoolalive.

“Done,”AuntEdnasaid,androseasiftoheadinside forpaperandpen.Itwasthenshenoticedmeandthered hairedsocialworkerstandingtheregazingateachother, ourbreathingalreadyinsync.

“Y’allgoingtohavesomemightyprettychildrenone day,”shesaid,andpickedupherwhiskeyandwentinside, trailingthescentoflavenderandwithFlashandAlberton hertail.

Andthat’showImetmywifeinSouthGeorgiaonahot summerdaymysenioryearincollege.

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ClaireHamnerMatturro hasbeenajournalist,lawyer,organic blueberryfarmer,andcollegeinstructor.Sheisalsotheauthorof eightnovels,includingaseriespublishedbyHarperCollins.Her poetryappearsinSlant,KissingDynamite,NewVerseNews, OneArt,MuddyRiverPoetryReview,TopicalPoetry,TigerMoth Review,LascauxReview,andisforthcominginGlassworksand EunoiaReview.AnassociateeditoratSouthernLiteraryReview, shelivesinFloridawithmyhusbandandourrescuedcrossedeyedcat.

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IntheSilenceoftheNighttime

MikeTurner

Iclosemyeyes

Inthesilenceofthenighttime

Hearingonlymyheart

Beatingagainsttheinevitability

Ofthedawn

Haltingly,reminiscencesbegintowhisper

Warmsummerdays

Greeneyesandravenhair

Thesoftrain’sgentlekiss

Againstourentwinedfingers

Thenautumn’scrispzephyrs

Leavesofbronzeandgold

Framingourfinalembrace

Beforeourpathsdiverge

Yougoingonahead

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Nowthecoldcloudsofwinter

Pewterskiesandbarelimbs

Huddlingalonebeforeawaningfire

Indarkenedsolitude

Untilatlastthememoriesrunout

AndIamleftwithonly“now”

Tearsofthepastspent

Withnolongingfortomorrow

Andshouldthedawnnotcome

Knowingallthathasgonebefore

Turnstodustinthecornersofmysoul

Inthesilenceofthenighttime

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MikeTurner retiredtotheAlabamaGulfCoastaftermorethan twenty-fiveyearsasaFederallawenforcementexecutive.An adultedukuleleclassopenedtheworldofmusicandsongwriting toMike;withmorethan200originalsongstohiscredit,hewas namedMaleGospelEntertaineroftheYear(2017)bytheNorth AmericaCountryMusicAssociationsInternational.Mike’s originalsongshavereceivedradioandInternet/streamingplay intheUS,UK,Europe,AustraliaandThePhilippines.Hehas hadmorethan250poemspublishedinmorethan30literary journalsandanthologies;hispoetrybook,Visionsand Memories,isavailableonAmazon.Whennotwritingand recording,MikeexploresthebackwatersoftheNorthernGulf withhiswife,Pamela,ontheirrecreationaltrawler.

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Mother'sDay WillMaguire

Thelasttimemymotherknewmewasafewyearsagoon Mother'sDay.

Shehadstartedforgettingandrememberinginthewrong order.

Forgettingthethingsaroundher,rememberingthedistant past.Liketimewassuddenlydyslexic.

Theyhadherinthishospitalwardfortheelderlyonsome backstreetoffthemaindragcalledMemoryLane

MemoryLanewouldbefunnyifitwasn’tsocruel.

Shekeptaskingforamirrorbutdidn'trecognizeherself

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anymore.

Shewasseventeenagainbuttrappedinaneighty-yearold body.Ayounggirlstaringindisbeliefatthepersonshe wouldbecome.

Shedidn’tknowherhusbandordaughtersorsons anymore.

SomedaysshethoughtIwasherlongdeaduncleorher brother.AndneartheendshethoughtIwasherfather.

Shepleadedwithmeagainandagaintoletherseethat Irishboythatwasjustbackfromthewar.Theonethatgot shotintheheadandsurvivedandkeptknockingonthe doorlateatnight.

Theonethatwassomehowinlove—thegenuinearticle— beforehecouldpossiblyknowallitdemands.

“PleasePapa…pleaseletmeseehim."
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“Ma….it'sme.Yourson.”

“He’sdifferentPapa….pleasedon’tchasehimoffagain. Letmego."

‘Please…IthinkIlovehim….”

Ifeltmyheartbreakoncemoreandmyeyesfillagain, listeningtothestartofthatsixtyfiveyearkindoflovestill seventeeninhermind.

Istaredatthefloor,thenlookedintohereyes.

Ireachedoutandputmyhandonhercheekandnodded.I feltthewordsthickeninmythroat.

“Yes,”Iwhispered.“Yesofcourse.Youcango."

ThenIlefttheroomandfelltoonekneeinthehallway untilanursestopped,worrieditwasmyheart.

Sheneverrecognizedmeagain.Andafewdayslaterthe worldfinallylethergo.

“PleasePapa…letmego.”
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ShehadtwelvekidswiththeboyIgavemyblessing to...thatsoundslikealotunlessyou’reIrishCatholic.

Tomeitjustsoundslikethebuzzofhungeraround suppertime.Itsoundslikeanargumentoverthelastpot pieormyfathersayinggraceeachnight.

Itfeelslikeoldwornouthandmedownpantswithnew patchesscratchingatmykneesormylittlesister'ssweaty handonherfirstdayofschoollookinguplikeIwasthe solethingontheplanetworthtrusting.

Andittasteslikepowderedmilkandbaloneysandwiches anditsmellsofseasaltinAugustonaoneweekvacation totheCape.

Twelvekidsisfullofrivalryandresentment.Itisbloody nosesandblackeyesbecausesomeolderkidwasalways pickingonthebrotheryoudon’tmuchlikebutlovejust thesame.

Mostlytwelvekidsisneverbeingalone.SoeachnightI usedtosneakupoffasideporch,pullmyselfontotheroof ofthebigmoneypithousewelivedin,laybackonthe shinglesandsingtothestars.

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Andlatershetoldmeshewouldlistenoutherbedroom windowinthedarkforthesoundofherleft-handedson callingouttothesky.

Twelvekidswastheproof,infoodandoilbills...inshoes andsecondjobsofhowmuchmyfatherlovedmymother. Hestilldoesthoughshedoesn’trememberanyofthat now.

SoIrememberforher.

ThatlastMother’sDaymyfathersaid “Callyourmother.Letherhearyourvoice.Ithelps."

Sofullofdreadandheartache,Idialedandlistenedand calledoutoncemoreforconnection.Andsheanswered andrememberedmeforafewminutes.ThatlastMother's Day.

Wetalkedaboutlove.Justafewwordsfilledwiththe weightoffeelingandthrownoutoverthewiresbetween us.

“PleasePapa…IthinkIlovehim."
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Thenthelinewentdead.

I'malongwayfromseventeennowbutsomenights,like mymother,Ilookintoamirroranddon'trecognizemyself anymore.

Myeyesarenolongermyown.They'vebecomesomeone else's.Filledwithallthey'vehadtosee.

ButinthemorningunderneathIstillseehers.

ItmakesmethinksomedayI’llbeabletoseetheworld likeshedid.Withgratitudeandhumility.With understandingandfaith.

Someday.

SotodayI’mfullofrememberingandforgetting.They comejumbledtogether.

Ithinkmyheart'sdyslexic.

ItgetslostonMemoryLane.

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Istillhearmyfathersay“Callyourmother."

Ithelps. SoIdo.Icall.

Icalloutwithsmallwordsfulloftheweightoffeeling. Iwhispermyrememberingintotheforgotten.

AndtonightoncemoreI’llclimbontotheroofofme,sing tothestarsandprayshe'sstilllistening.

WillMaguire isawriterandsongwriterlivingin

Nashville,Tennessee.Hismostrecentshortstories, “HigherPower”and“Unisphere,”haveappearedinThe SaturdayEveningPost.

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OriginallyfromIowa, MarkBraught studiedgraphicdesignat theMinneapolisCollegeofArt&Design,andgraduatedwitha BFAfromIndianaStateUniversity.Thefirsttenyearsofhis careerwerespentontheothersideofthetableasanartdirector andcreativedirector.In1984,hestruckoutonhisownand createdMarkBraughtStudiostofocusprimarilyongraphic designandillustration.Hehascreatednumerousaward-winning visualsolutionsforvariouscorporations,designfirms, advertisingagenciesandpublishersintheUnitedStatesand locationsworld-wide.Therehavebeenlecturesand presentationsatschools,institutions,conferences,events, festivals,andorganizationsacrossthecountryandhastaughtas anadjunctfacultymemberattheUniversityofGeorgia, PortfolioCenter,IvyTech,HollinsUniversity,andtheCreative Circus.

Currently,MarkdoeshisscribblinginCommerce,Georgiawith wordsofencouragementandguidancefromFigletteandBuddy.

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ANNIE’SANTICS

“…myideaofperfecthappinessiswhenwewomenhavea voicethatisheard.WhentheERAispassed,whenwomenno longerhavetofightsohard,whenmyfriendswhoaregay andtransdon’thavetofeargoingoutside.Myideaof perfecthappinessisverymuchabouttheworldwelivein rightnow.”

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AnnieasksAmyFerris…

AmyFerris

“Doyouhearmenow!”

TheauthorIchooseeachmonthisonethatIbelievewas borntoshine-thismonth,Iwanttointroduceyoutothe effervescent,extraordinaryandilluminatingbadass, Goddess,Goddass,andRuckusMaker-AmyFerris.She isanauthor,screenwriter,editorandplaywright.Her memoir, MarryingGeorgeClooney:ConfessionsFromA MidlifeCrisis debutedtheatrically(Off-Broadway)in 2012.RuthPennebakerof TheNewYorkTimes calledher memoir"poignant,free-wheeling,crankyandfunny."Amy co-edited,alongwithHollyeDexter,thenewanthology DANCINGATTHESHAMEPROM.Shehascontributed tonumerousanthologiesincluding: HeSaidWhat?The DrinkingDiaries,ExitLaughing, and TheBuddhaNext Door.AmyisonfacultyatTheSanMigueldeAllende LiteraryFestival,ontheAdvisoryBoardofTheWomen's MediaCenter,sheservesontheBoardofDirectorsat PetersValleyArt,Education,andCraftsCenter,andisa foundingBoardmemberoftheScranton,PAbasedPages

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&PlacesLiteraryFestival.Sheprimarilywritesaboutall thingswomen-centric.Whilesheoftenfeelslikeshe'sin retrograde,shequiteenjoysherlife,andherferventwish isthatallwomenawakentotheirgreatness.Shelivesin NortheastPennsylvaniawithherhusband. IusetheProustinterviewmodeltolearnmoreabout authors.Iaskedthem10ofthe35questions.TheProust modelisawayoflearningmoreaboutapersonbeyond thetypicalinterviewquestions,andwhatwelearnisoften new,fascinating,orevensomethingyouwouldnevereven thinktoask.Thisishowwelearnmoreabouttheir character.Authorsareevenknowntoanswerthese questionsaboutthecharacterstheyarecreatingfortheir novels.

Thesequestionsareaskedofsomeonefamouseachmonth inthe VanityFairMagazine andIhavealwaysgottena hugekickoutofit.

Q:Whatisyourfavoriteoccupation?

A.Writer.

Annie:Ilovethisanswer,becausethereisadifference betweenbeingawriterandbeinganauthor.Ilovethatyou chosewriter.

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Q:Wherewouldyoumostliketolive?

A:Intheheartofmyhusband.

Q:Whatwouldbeyourgreatestachievement?

A:Beingabletoforgive.

Annie:thatisatoughone.That’sbrilliant.

Amy:Annie,Ithinkyouneedtoforgiveyourselffor feelingthisway

(Formoreonthisandotherpartsofourconversation, pleasewatchourvideoorlistentothepodcastonWell ReadMagazine’sBetweenthePages)

Q:Whichwordsandphrasesdoyoufindthatyou overuse?

A: “FuckYou!!” (ThisdeservestobebothBoldand italic)

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Q:Whatisyourgreatestextravagance?

A:Icantellyouwhatmygreatestextravaganceusedto be,shopping.Nowitwouldbegivingawaypiecesofmy heart.

Q:Whichlivingpersondoyoumostadmire?

A:GloriaSteinem

Q:Whatdoyouvaluemostinyourfriends?

A:Ivaluethemstickinginthroughthickandthin.Not disappearingonme,oranybodywhensomestuffhits thefan.Youknow,Ithinkfriendshipislikemarriage.

Q:Whatisyourgreatestfear?

A:Abandonment.

Q:Whatisyourideaofperfecthappiness?

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A:Thisisgoingtosoundreallycompletelytotallynuts, butmyideaofperfecthappinessiswhenwewomen haveavoicethatisheard.WhentheERAispassed, whenwomennolongerhavetofightsohard,whenmy friendswhoaregayandtransdon’thavetofeargoing outside.Myideaofperfecthappinessisverymuch abouttheworldweliveinrightnow.

Q:Whichtalentwouldyoumostlovetohavethatyou don’tbelieveyouhavenow?

A:Iwouldlovetohaveanincrediblesingingvoice!

ThisissuchafunpartoftheinterviewtolistentoandI simplycannotgetoverhowmuchwehaveincommon.It showsthatyoucouldhavesuchdifferentlivesandyetstill beconnectedbycertainthreadsthatbindyou. Itistrulyfascinating.Thisbeautifulworldwelivein shouldbebuildingmorebridges.

Ijustmadeanewfriend!

Don’tmissourfullinterviewandpodcastonWELL READ’sBetweenthePages.

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FindoutmoreaboutAmyhere: www.marryinggeorgeclooney.comandfollowheron Facebookhere:bit.ly/3Vbv2GA

AnnieMcDonnell

Authorof Annie’sSong:Dandelions,Dreams&Dogs,Book Reviewer,AuthorInterviewer,Teacher,Speaker,Writer,Author Consultant,Co-Admin.AtWorldoftheWriteReviewBook Club,Blogger,Authoronlineeventplanner.

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DoYouHearMeNow?

AmyFerris&AnnieMcDonnell

Iamoftenboldandnotsooftentimid.

Iamoftenaudaciousandfearlessandonoccasion stumble.

Iamoftenlisteningtootherswhoseheartsarebreaking whilemineismending.

IamoftendeeplyproudofthewomanIhavebecome becauseasayounggirlIwasoftentoldtobeseenandnot heard.

Iamoftenloudsootherscanbeloudoften.

Iamoftenremindedofmydreamsasayounggirl, realizingtheyareallcomingtrue.

Iamoftendaydreamingofwaterfallsandbutterflies realizingbothmystrengthandbeauty.

Iamoftenonasoapboxaboutmyopen-mindedbeliefs, becauseIfeelespeciallystrongaboutthem.

Iamoftenseekingthepeoplethatlistentome,becauseI grewupsounheard.

Iamoftenthewomanthatshoutsfromtherafters,“Do youhearmenow”!

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“MarryingGeorgeClooney isawonderfulread.Itis disarminglycandid,and laugh-out-loudhysterical.” –JohnBerendt,authorof MidnightintheGardenof GoodandEvil

MarryingGeorgeClooney: ConfessionsfromaMidlifeCrisis AmyFerris

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Doc'sHideawayisjustthatit'swhereDoctorHolley wouldhideoutwhenhe didn'twanttoseepatients oranyoneelse.Offtheside ofthehousewithadoor headingouttotheMagnolia Stage,Doc'sHideawayisa perfectroomforsomeone whowantstositoutsidein themorningandenjoythe startoftheday.Thereisa privateentrancefor travelersandaluxurious queenbed.

Ifyou'reintownforan eventatHolleyHouse, Doc'sHideawayisonedoor awayfromalloftheaction. Thiscoastalthemedqueen

suitehasaspaciousbathroomandaflip-downantique desk-youwillfeellikeyouareonatropicalvacation.The heartpinefloorsareoriginaltothehousefrom1903.It'sa shortwalktobreakfast-downthecorridorfromthedining room.

Hemingwaywouldhavelovedthisroomandsowillyou!

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thepageandintothelifeof RiverJordan

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River Jordan isThePowerofStory….

OnAWingandAPrayer

Forthosewhohavearomanticizedvisionofwhata writer’slifeisallaboutitoftenentailsideasofunlimited chargecards,travelingtoexoticlocations,certainlynever needingtobeartheburdenofboringissueslikepayingthe electricbillandkeepinginsuranceonacar.Thestuffof commondaysandsurelybecomingpublishedwilldeliver usallfromthenitpickingdailydutiesoftakingcareof businessandstayingalive.TowhichIheartedlysay,Hear, Hear!AndAmen!AndIthinksurelyalsothisshouldbe thelifeofawriter.Andsometimes,Ihavehearditsaid thatthisisthewaythingshappenoreventuallya professionalfriendwhohaswrittentheirbuttsoffforyears andpublishedtwelveortwentybookssuddenlyseemsto havehitthebigtimewithabreakoutbookthatputsthem overtheedge.Therearealsothosestoriesofpeoplewho neverdreamedofwritingatallbutonedaytheywere

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standingintheaisleofthegrocerystaringataJeno’spizza boxwhensuddenlytheywerestruckwiththeentireidea forJENO’SREVENGEandtheyrushrighthomeand writesaidnovelinaflurryoverathreedaykindofliterary madnessandthefirstagenttheyquerysignsthemandthe bookgoesouttoauctionandissnappedupforseven figuredealandamoviedealimmediately.

ButforthemostpartthewritersIhaveknownhave beensomewhereonaslidingscaleofprovidence.And whiletheirshipmayonedaycomein–theyarerowing thehelloutofthelittleboatthey’reintryingtojuststay afloatandmakeitaroundthenextbend.Ifthishappensto beyourstory–don’tdespair.AndIdon’tmeanthatlike yourshipissurelyaroundthenextcornerImeanitlike–don’tdespair.Youknowthesayingaboutitbeingabout thejourneynotthedestination–yeah,Iknow.BSweall wantthegoldenthing(whateverthatmaybe).Thegreat, grandwizardtoshakeawandofmagicdustoverussowe willhavebestsellersandbesetforeverwhichisagrand dreamreally.ButIwasconsideringtodaywhatIhave lovedaboutmywritinglifeanddamnit,ithasbeenthe journey.IthasbeenthereadersandwritersI’vemetalong theway.It’sbeenthefunnywayI’vegottenbysometimes.

Suchas–

WhenIwrotemyfirstnovelIlivedinthewoodsinmy

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Airstream.Itwasoneofthebesttimesofmylife.StuffI didn’tuseeverydaybutthoughtIdesperatelyneededwas instorage.ThatmeanttheactualstuffIusedeveryday wasallIhadandallIneeded.Isatbythecampfireat nightlookingatthestarsandlisteningtotheradio.Andby dayIworkedonmyfirstnovel.Now,thisisthetruthof whatthatlookedlikeandthefactIdon’thaveaphotoof thisisludicrousbutIdonot.

Ispentthedayswritingonmyoldlaptopbutforsome reasonIdon’trememberithadtobepluggedin.(Iguessit didn’tholdachargeanymore.)Isatinafoldingchairata littlesquarefoldingcardtablenexttoapowerpolewith mylaptoppluggedindirectlyatthepowerpole.Tobe abletoseethescreenIhadatwo-dollarbeachumbrella stuckinthesand.So,Iaminthewoodsatacardtableina foldingchairunderabeachumbrellawithalaptop pluggedintoapowerpole.Ijusthadtowritethatagainso youhavethevisionofitall.Thisiswhatthiswriter’slife lookedlikeatthattime.

Iboughtatownhouseandgotmorestuffandhadalittle deskwhereIwrote.UntilIdecidedtoleaveandmoveto Nashvillewithnothingbutmylaptopandabackpack.I subletanapartmentwithalittlefireplaceandabalcony thatlookedoutintoabigtree.Ihadnofurniture.Fora

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deskIhadabeercooler(foodcoolerfornon-beerpeople) andIsatcross-leggedonthefloorandputmylaptopon thecoolerandwrotefromthere.Eventuallysomelovely peopleloanedmealittledeskandIboughtafifty-dollar futontosleeponandthisiswhereandhowIwrotethe novel, TheMessengerofMagnoliaStreet.

Imovedintoatownhouse,gotmorestuff.Wrotefroma bedroomlookingoutintoabigOaktree.ThisiswhereI wroteSaintsInLimboatnightafterworkingatthecollege andIgotupat4:30inthemorningtoworkonitbefore work.WhenitcametimetofinishTheMiracleofMercy LandtherewasnowayIcouldfinishitwithworkand otherdemandssoItookamonthoffandborroweda lovelyfriend’slittlecabininthewoodsofadesertedfish camp.Thecabinwaspreciousuntilitbecameinfested withScorpionsthedayIarrived.Iwokeupthatfirst morningbysimplyopeningmyeyesandseeingagiant Scorpionstaringatme.Islowlygotoutofbedandbacked awaytofindsomethingtokillit.WhenImovedmypillow therewasanotheronewaitingformethere.Now,whenI sayitbecameinfestedImeaninfested.Ihadtopullthe bedtothecenteroftheroomsothescorpionscouldn’t climbupthewallsandgetinbedwithme.Isleptwithmy shoesonsoifIwokeupandwenttothebathroomIwould notsteponascorpionwithabarefoot.And,yes,Ididstep

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onthemenrouteinthemiddleofthenight.Itiedascarf aroundmyhairandwrotealldayandallnight.No television,nointernettospeakof,nostreaming.No distractionsexceptthescorpionsandIgottowhereIcould seethemmoveoutofthecornerofmyeye.Thenthewolf spidersmovedin.Ikidyounot.Iwaswalkingaroundlike Ramboettekillingspidersandscorpionswithbooksand bricksandrocksandwhateverIcouldlaymyhandson. And,Iwaswriting.Iwouldnotleave.Iwouldnotquit. And,Ididn’tuntilthenovelwasfinishedamonthlater(I hadbeenworkingonitayearbutitwasdeadlinetime).

SincethattimeI’vehadampleroomandmultipledesks, mywritinghasimprovedovertheyearsbutthatcertainly hasn’tbeenbecauseofwhereIwaswritingina‘proper office’.It’sbeenthegettingbyandgettingonwith whateverIhavetoworkwiththathasmadeupthe everydaynutsandboltsofbeingawriter.Likewise,it’s beenotherwritersandreaderswhohavehostedmehere, thereandbeyondalongtheway.Andintheprocess,I’ve learnedthatIwillfightpoisonousthingstofinishthejob. ThatIwillwritepluggedintoapowerpole.Onabeer cooler.Asaplaywrightfriendofmineoncesaid–We’re writers.We’ddoitwithastickinthesandifwehadto.

Yes.That.

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Whentheroadgetswearyandthewriter’slifeisn’tall itscrackeduptobeinsomeromanticversionofamovie, thenit’ssolovely,trulylovely,torememberthekindof grittyloveforthefreakinworkofitiswhatbringsusback tothepage.Overandoveragain.Yearin,yearout.Andit doesn’teverhavetogetcushyoreasy.Itjustneedstobe onehonestwordafteranothertellingastory.Tellingit better.Tellingitbest.

IthinkIwishattheendofawriter’sdaywhenwe lookedupfinallyfromwhateverworldwe’dbeenlostin–Iwishwelookedlikewe’dbeensawinglumber,wood dustintheair,maybedirtstreaksonourfaces,sweaton ourbacks.God,Iwishwelookedliketheworkwe’dput intothedoingofit.That’stheromancerightthere.It’snot thegloryofanotherphotowheresomeonehasdonemy hairandmake-upforhoursandbouncedlightoffofMars somehowtomakemelooktenyearsyoungerthatIwant.

It’sthatphotoofmeatthecardtable,surroundedby weedsandgrasskneehigh,windinthepines,sittingbya powerpoleinthemiddleofnowhereunderthatcheap umbrella.That’sthephotoIwantrightthere.That’sthe oneI’dbeproudtoshare.

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RiverJordanisanauthor,speaker,teacherandradiohost.Asa southernerwithaglobalperspectivesheisapassionate advocateforthepowerofstory.River'swritingcareerbeganas aplaywrightandshespentovertenyearswritinganddirecting.

Sheisthebest-sellingauthoroffournovelsandathreespiritual memoirs.Asacritically-acclaimedauthorherworkhasbeen mostfrequentlycastinthecompanyofsuchwritersasFlannery O'Conner,WilliamFaulkner,andHarperLee.

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Anovelinspiredbytrueevents

Thecoming-of-agestoryofPhilbet,agay,physically-misshapen boyinruralGeorgia,whobattlesbullying,ignorance,anddisdain ashemakeshiswayinlifeasanoutsider--beforefinding acceptanceinunlikelyplaces.

Fueledbytomatosandwichesandgreenmilkshakes,and obsessedwithcars,Philbetstruggleswithlifeandloveasagay boyinruralGeorgia.He'shappiestwhenhelpingGrandaddydig potatoesfromthevegetablegardenthatconnectstheirhouses. ButPhilbet'sworldisshatteredandhisresilienceshakenby eventsthatcrushhisinnocenceandsenseofsecurity;exposehis misshapenchestskillfullyhiddenbehindshirtsMamamakesat home;andconvincehimthathe'snotfittobelovedbyKnox,the olderboyheidolizestodistraction.Overtime,Philbetfinds refugeinunexpectedplacesandinnerstrengthinunexpected ways,leadingtoaresolutionintheformofaletterfrombeyond thegrave.

"Arrestingdebut...avividdepictionofauniquechildhoodthat feelsuniversalinitslonging."--ChristopherCastellani,authorof LeadingMen

"Fromanew,pitch-perfect,Southernvoice,astorysoclosetothe heartyoucanalmosthearitbeating."--JamesHart,authorof LuckyJim

"Anintimateexplorationofpeople,place,andidentity,RedClay SuzieopensuptheideaoftheSouthintoonethatismore

inclusiveandreal."--W.RalphEubanks,authorof APlaceLike Mississippi:AJourneyThroughaRealandImaginedLiterary Landscape

"JeffreyDaleLoftonisawriter'swriter,whosestrong,authorial voicecapturesyourimaginationwithanunshakablegrip."-WilleeLewis,PEN/Faulknerboardmember,editorof Snakes:An AnthologyofSerpentTales

"AdeeplymovingstorybyauniquenewvoiceinSouthern literature,RedClaySuziebelongsinthehighschoolEnglish syllabus."--ElaineGreenstone,educator,formerInternational BaccalaureateexaminerinEnglish,curriculumspecialist

"Wecarewhathappenstothisobservantvoice,asPhilbet searchesforthehandbookoflife."--JoanneLeedom-Ackerman, authorof NoMarbleAngels andupcoming BurningDistance

"RedClaySuzieoffersalessoninwhatittakestothriveina worldthat'sintentonbuildingfences,anditdoessowith affectionandsweetness."--PaulLisicky,authorof Later:MyLife attheEdgeoftheWorld

"RedClaySuzie'sPhilbetLawsonjoinsScoutFinch(ToKilla Mockingbird)andFrankieAddams(Memberof theWedding)inSouthernliterature'spantheon ofoutsiderchildren.WhilePhilbetfinds unlikelyalliesinhissmallworld,others ridiculehissensitivenatureanddeformedbody. Philbet'srootsareplantedintheSouth's inhospitableredclay,buthegrowsup,honest tohistrueself.ReadRedClaySuzieandcheer onPhilbet,anewliteraryhero."--AliceLeccese Powers,writerandeditorofthebestselling In Mind series

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