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    She gave me a smile so littered with teeth that you would have thought she needed two sets of lips to cover them. Then she blew me a kiss.     “Oh Jack, you were supposed to catch it.” I’d...

Part Two    One week to the day before his 45th birthday, Michael Westerman, rushing up a staircase, got winded. He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself from whatever had seized him. It gripped his back and pulled him down with the...

   One week to the day before his 45th birthday, Michael Westerman, rushing up a staircase, got winded. He pulled the banister until he made it to the top. He felt like sitting, right there on the floor, but instead arched forward and...

And wait for whispers of the miracle to come As strange side walkers exchange awkward glances, Lucky couples stride hand in hand and laugh the night     away like the blackbird it is, Unrecognizable faces appear from the...

   On sunny days they’d mostly work outside, tending the vegetables and flowers planted in the Victory garden that climbed up the backyard all the way to the old barn. Inside the barn a Model A Ford sat on blocks under a canvas...

   My favorite aunt, Frieda, drank her Scotch on the rocks and told me a love story.               She was actually my great-aunt, wrinkled yet spry in loose, soft trousers as we...

   Oh, are you ready? Is the mike on? Okay then, let’s go. For those of you listening to the radio broadcast, please note that I’m signing to my interpreter who’s in one of those underwater cages. (As if I’m going...

   His mother wanted him to come back to Ireland. He wasn’t ready to return. But he (always) weakened. Mothers can do that to you.     On the trip that he told me about first, the story started with a journey that...

   The Star welcomes submissions for its fiction or memoir, and nonfiction “Guestwords,” columns. They can be sent by e-mail to submissions@ehstar. com.     Writers are encouraged to provide pieces that comply...