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  • A Tree of Branches

    A Tree of Branches

    When my mother graduated college, she joined the newly formed, though not yet approved by Congress, Peace Corps. She took Kennedy’s proclamation very seriously when he said, “Ask what can you do for your country.” and she wanted to serve. After several months of training and grueling work, my mother, a young woman from Scranton,

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  • And then there were horses

    And then there were horses

    In August of 2022, I found myself in a situation I had seen coming for years, but could do nothing to slow its approach or prevent it from happening. At the age of 85, my friend had an accident and was no longer able to care for his farm or the twenty-six horses who lived

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  • Okra

    Okra

    I always hated okra. The name itself sounds too much like orc, ogre, or Orgoch, one of the witches of Morva from The Black Caldron series. It is a word with open ends and sharp middle, a grunt, more likely a growl. Nothing good can come from a word like that. “Best be home before

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  • Train Whistles in the Dark

    Train Whistles in the Dark

    My father grew up in Soddy-Daisy, a small town in eastern Tennessee that sat between a lake and a mountain. His parents continued to live there throughout my childhood and a few times a year we would head from Maryland to Virginia, and drive down 81 to Tennessee. I loved these trips because there was

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  • The Wild Hunt

    The Wild Hunt

    In this episode of Lore, Follow the Leader, Aaron Mahnke delves into folklore describing what is known as The Wild Hunt. Mostly rooted in Germanic legend, the wild hunt is often described as a supernatural horde of warriors hunting great beasts through the forest or across the sky. The sight or sound of these hunters

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  • The Woods

    The Woods

    *fiction The trail through the woods was a winding one. It ran along a stream bed, deep and wide with very few places to cross. The trees were tall and as spring settled in, a pasture of green rose above the leaf fall, delicate grassy plants that mirrored the canopy above. The path rose as

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