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I left Little Rock, Arkansas, bound for the East Coast with two suitcases, $200 and a one-way ticket to Hartford, Connecticut in hot pursuit of an acting…
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I’m lying in the ER, dazed and confused—my whole body numb. I’m holding back the tears as I gasp for breath. I wonder, Will I walk again? Was it really…
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I’d spent the last 11 years being a professional mothering machine. I’d caught more vomit with my bare hands than you could believe and cleaned up poop…
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When I was 13, I ran away from home with my 16-year-old brother. We were living with our dad in Fort Laramie, Wyoming. Our mom was in Delaware. The day…
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When I was 20, I dropped out of college and drove a car from Chicago to Guatemala City. I didn’t know two words of Spanish, but I spent seven months…
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Friday is Writing Day examines what makes a great children's book. The Conservatory welcomes Cello Fury. The Morningside College Jazz Festival features a…
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Siouxland Public Media has two events happening Friday night! Ode celebrates its 2nd anniversary at ISU Design West, and the Morningside College Piano…
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On an ordinary day in rural Niger, sheep are everywhere.Fences, pens, corrals? Nah. Yours, mine, and ours mix on streets where they stay alive on whatever…
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I’m convinced that meeting the parents often happens over a meal so you have something to stick in your mouth—besides your foot. But sometimes, that’s…
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My mom grew up eating lard sandwiches. No meat or cheese. Just lard on bread. As a teenager, I didn’t understand why. We always had food. There were just…