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Waves

The beige receiver felt heavy in my hand as I dialed. The phone rang several times before my mother picked …

Feet First

After wading through my firm’s annual marketing report and compiling an inventory of my own literary works for EDGE class …

Application

Name: Gabriela Denise Frank Occupation: Do you mean the title on my business cards or that I’m a writer? Your …

Homecoming

I had anticipated last week’s trip to Pullman, Washington, for some time. Since November, I’ve been working with teams to …

Will

“It’s better when I don’t really like anyone I’m dating. When I really like a guy, I’m fuckin’ creepy.” “Yeah, …

Rolling

A gaggle of girls, eight-year-old saplings to coltish teenagers, swept cautiously around the roller derby rink, blocking and passing each …

It’s a Walk

After watching the entire first season in an evening, I tweeted, “What scares me is how accurately Portlandia describes life …

Happy Frickin’ New Year

‘Tis a new year —a time of hope, an era of beginnings, fresh starts, healthy diets, exercise regimes, flapping doves, …

Wonder

This past Friday, the Jack Straw Writers were each paired with a musician who used our writing as inspiration for …

Accendere (“To Turn On”)

There was no reason to be outside after work on Friday. Leaving late, sufficiently warmed up from my office’s weekly …

Inside/Outside / Dentro/Fuori

I’ve quickly learned that what I consider to be hot weather is merely warm to the Civitonici, although the word …

It’s Your Turn / Tocca Te

“Oh, Gabriela, this is the experience that you’ll write about!” cries Alessandra, partly serious. A friend of Tony’s and a …