by Linda Kobert It was late, after ten at night. I’d just won my first Scrabble game in months, and my friends and I were all relaxing after a typical cutthroat contest. We’d been on the go since early morning that Saturday: graduation at the school where my husband teaches, then making the rounds of …
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Post-Residency by Joseph Carro
We all gathered in the common room of Chamberlain Hall and reminisced, speaking with smiles stretched across our faces and kinetic hand gestures painting our stories with extra detail. Some of us wouldn't be coming back, and so there were trembling lips, teary eyes and long, unashamed hugs. Handshakes, hand waves and promises to keep …