I am Not Dead. I am Very Much Alive.
By Carolyn Riker It was only a dream. A deep voice, vibrated through my cells. I felt the carpet...
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My Last Battle with Depression.
By Deb Avery I begin to notice movement and a shape in the darkness. It’s...
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Less Than Pretty.
By Dana Gornall I came to dance out of necessity. At around age five, I would wake up...
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I Wear Your Face.
By Marcee Murray King I can’t escape it. I have spent my life trying to not see it,...
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Languid Rays Give Light to Form.
By Elizabeth Eilers Sullivan It is cold outside, but the sky continues to delight. This...
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