by Jenna Buffaloe

Writing in a journal is the one thing I do that requires no discipline at all. I can’t not do it. This story began as a journal entry the day after the round-up. It was a significant event for me; a kind of coming-back-to-life after laying low for a long time. It became the title story in a book of 12 stories taken out of my journals, about life in law school and as a public defender in Seattle. (read on…)

by Nan Wheeler

I was shuffling through my nightstand drawer when I came across the two letters. They were dated 8 years apart and represented all that was left of, at best, an always-tentative relationship.
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