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Innocence Project re-trial frees murderer Ed Graf, Jr.

Today, I’m going to tell you a story. It’s a mystery, as good or better than the fictional ones ..


The hunter’s blind

Life creates circumstances during which people are plopped in our paths, and for good or for ill we exert something ..


Ballad of a not-organ donor

Yes, here I am All body parts Intact, where they should be. My heart to beat My feet to walk Both eyes in orbs to ..


A happy hunting ground

I received a letter the other day from my friend Lolly, saying, “Did I tell you that I got my ..


Once upon a book club

Imagine if you will two built-in bookcases, one on either side of large windows overlooking a leafy front yard. ..


Uncle Jack's favorite

It was a family gathering in Chicago, and all of us were there. Assorted uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, my ..


Theodore's Star

The Universe is divided into three time zones: The Present. The Future. And the Once-Upon-A. This ..


The cow who thought she was a horse

Had she been given a choice, Mabel the Cow would have preferred a different name. In her heart of ..


The mishmash drawer

People and properties generally function on the basis of order and discipline. Sofas are in living rooms. Night ..


The one thing you can count on

In order to describe what happened, I have to transport you to a time and place when the twins, Tierney ..


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