Seven True Tales

Florida. My home. I think of Florida every time I see a snowflake fall from the Connecticut sky. I think of Florida every time I

Hanging out with friends, laughing and playing around. No one would think that something was wrong, because no one would know about the journey that

Everybody has a hot dog story.   My story starts at a little shack down on the Connecticut River. They called this shack a restaurant, although

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When I was in fifth grade, I was directed to bring home a yellow doctor’s note to my mother and along the way I beamed

Stacks of speakers printed with “Reid’s SoundSystem” hug the back wall of the Treasure Isle Liquor Store. They blare with the warm sounds of U.S.

When I was about 10 years old, my father gave me a stamp album that had about one hundred Chinese stamps and a few other