Dying Under an Overpass—Paul Rouseau

Nonfiction Issue #4: Hope March 31st, 2020 March 31st, 2020 Dying Under an Overpass by Paul Rousseau t’s a late October afternoon, the sun plunging towards twilight. Earl’s tucked up under an overpass on Interstate 10. I’m his doctor doing a first “home” visit. He’s wrapped from the autumn chill by an old overcoat and a tattered blanket. A small barbeque grill glows with warmth. A plastic bottle, a cardboard box, and a roll of toilet ...

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Vanishing Point—Art Hanlon

Nonfiction Issue #4: Hope March 31st, 2020 March 31st, 2020 Vanishing Point by Art Hanlon here is something I am compelled to tell you. I think you would like to know. Maybe not. I’m driving my wife, Mary Ann, from our home on Bainbridge Island to the Kaiser Permanente clinic in Bellevue, Washington, for a routine procedure. A trip off-island by ferry to Seattle, then a 10-mile drive to Bellevue. As we get on the ferry, I’m ...

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Nonfiction

Nonfiction Issue #4: Hope March 31st, 2020 March 31st, 2020 Nonfiction Letter from the Nonfiction Editor: The Art of Hope Dying Under an Overpass | Paul Rousseau Monkey’s Love | Sandi Parsons Vanishing Point | Art Hanlon Boobs and Bones | Frances Park A Pony Named Pixie | Allison Oesterle Because of Ryan | Wendy Kennar Learning to See with Grandpa | Rosemary Gemmell Dancing in the Dark | Susan Sparrow An Experimental Cure for Sorrow | Laura Sergeant

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Pluto Opposes the Sun—Patricia Fox

Nonfiction Issue #3: Pain Continued December 31st, 2019 December 31st, 2019 Pluto Opposes the Sun by Patricia Fox hen I lived in Los Angeles for a few years, I had a meditation instructor who asked me when I was 38 how many years I had been in chronic pain. “On and off since I was fourteen or fifteen,” I responded. It was a question I would think a lot about in the next couple of years. I ...

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Happy Thoughts—Rosa Jordan

Nonfiction Issue #3: Pain Continued December 31st, 2019 December 31st, 2019 Happy Thoughts by Rosa Jordan y daughter is screaming. Again. Not exactly every hour on the hour, but more or less. Sometimes seventy minutes go by. Sometimes only fifty. Her husband and I lift her from the bed onto her feet. The scream turns to moans, then a groan, until the agonizing leg cramps subside and she mumbles, “Thank you.” We help her lie back ...

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Cadence of Life—Carole Hemmelgarn

Nonfiction Issue #3: Pain Continued December 31st, 2019 December 31st, 2019 Cadence of Life by Carole Hemmelgarn ne two, one two, the cadence of a runner’s stride. Inhale in, exhale out, pushing the lungs for air. I know the birds are chirping, leaves rustling, and wind blowing, but all I hear is the cacophony of screaming silence in my head. Pain is there every time my foot strikes the gravel, but I am numb. I no ...

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Letter from the Nonfiction Editor

Nonfiction Issue #3: Pain Continued December 31st, 2019 December 31st, 2019 Letter from the Nonfiction Editor: Compassion and Pain by Grace Jasmine ecember is a time we all take a moment to celebrate our families, our friends, and our good fortune. We celebrate by not only giving gifts, but also by sharing our love and good cheer with those we see each day. It is an amazing time of year. And in spite of those holiday hassles and ...

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Nothing by Mouth—Shirley Phillips

Nonfiction Issue #3: Pain Continued December 31st, 2019 December 31st, 2019 Nothing by Mouth: Living Without a Pancreas by Shirley Phillips have a well-worn card in my wallet. On one side, there is a bulleted list. The first item says, “I have no pancreas.” This is the story of how I came to be without a pancreas, but it’s also a lesson about why I need a card to prove it. Unlike a medical-alert bracelet, which is ...

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Searching for Answers—Annette Davis

Nonfiction Issue #3: Pain Continued December 31st, 2019 December 31st, 2019 Searching for Answers by Annette Roy Davis ne morning, I put my finger under my daughter’s nose to ensure she was breathing. Her face contorted in pain even as she slept, I felt terrified I’d lost her. I had to head to work and leave her like that. I had no choice, no money for care, and no more sick leave. Put a roof over ...

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