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Till We Part with Death

By: Selena L. Martinez “I’m tired, mommy,” I said. My eyes were fluttering shut as the night and snow surrounded us in the quiet of my room. My mother said nothing and put her hand up to my forehead, worry…

Rusty Mill – Stones

By: Lazarus Trubman Months passed since I was liberated from the labor camp in Northern Russia. Behind were dozens of blood transfusions, dental tortures and scary chats with a bunch of cardiologists. I finally got my so-so bill of health…

Brando’s Stand In

By Andrew Chinich This rented Hollywood bungalow life reminds me of ‘Last Tango in Paris’. I too am somewhat of an American expatriate as I’ve always looked at Los Angeles to be a foreign country. It’s an alien culture-club drenched…

Lake Peekskill

By Milt Montague It was Saturday and Milt was driving up to Lake Peekskill from Manhattan. He had closed their shop on Madison Avenue at 6:00 PM, rushed home for the car, only an eight minute walk, and was now…

Magic, Magic

By Milt Montague Johnson and Johnson had recently introduced a new line of Band-Aids. They came in several bright colors and were replete with interesting designs and patterns that appealed particularly to young boys and girls of all ages. At…