Today marks the twentieth anniversary of my fatherโ€™s death, taken away by a single, senseless act. It just so happens that today is also my birthday. Heโ€™d been working late. As he often did, regardless of birthdays or holidays. I understood it was a painful memory...

From the moment she learned to walk, little Myrtle dreamed of becoming a tap dancer. She would totter through the house, her chubby bare feet slapping arrhythmically on the hardwood, her squeaky voice calling out โ€œTa-ta-ta-ta-ta!โ€ like tap shoes on a stage. When her second-grade teacher...

Jake Thomasson pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down, covering his hand, and wiped away the condensation from the window.ย  It was the third time he had done this in the past ten minutes, but he didnโ€™t want to miss seeing if any cars drove...

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