Category: Nonfiction
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The universe has six magical aromas, just six, only six: perfume is first preferably on women, followed by fresh bread, bacon frying, birch burning, toast cooking and/or coffee brewing.
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We had only been dating for about six weeks. New to each other and still unfurled in each other’s spheres of friends. It was a house concert – a guitar party of sorts.
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Second Place – “Of Guns and Guacamole”
Forty-four years ago, almost a lifetime, it seems, I had my first taste of guacamole. I was an impressed warrior reluctantly serving my country, and had been joined by my wife as we made a new home in a small apartment nestled in the desert of El Paso.
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Saoner was a small village that snuggled in an elbow of one of the tributaries of the great Narmada River. It was a small farming community of thatched huts and some small brick buildings.
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There was only one rite of passage left for me on Thursday, February 18, 1959 at 8:52 am when I reached the legal age of 21. Whereas, yesterday on the 17th and up to the early morning on the 18th, I was just “Hughie Boy” or “kiddo,” or better yet, “young man.” Now I was to be known as “man,” “Mister,” “Sir.”
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Thoughts on the Process – The Hal Grutzmacher’s Writers’ Expose
The Hal Grutzmacher’s Writers’ Exposé and Photography Jubilee celebrates the creative process – each photograph, each poem, and each story represents time, patience, and skill from a budding or seasoned artist.
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On any given weekend our family would jump in the white Ford station wagon and head out to visit our farm relatives. We had three sets of them about a half hours ride west of Rockford, Illinois.
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As I entered the third of a four-hour meditation, my legs began to cramp and my back ached. My mind continued to run in circles, but slowly it came to a stand still when for a long calm clear moment I saw him. I saw my father sitting next to me. He wasn’t the father […]