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I heard a joke a long time ago that reminds me of my mother. It goes like this: Two cannibals are eating a clown and one says to the other, “Does this taste funny to you?” I could never decide whether I was the cannibal, sitting with...
The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words. Authors can either email their pieces (in text or Word format) to submissions@...

Paul gave me a good old-fashioned radio for Christmas this year. My request. I love the idea of turning on the radio and having NPR or a local station for my audio backdrop as I putter about.

Early on a Sunday morning on Delancey Street on the Lower East Side of New York I accidentally met my father on my way to work at Max Hosiery on Orchard Street. I was 14 and hadn’t seen him since I was 10.      Max Hosiery...

I am a coward. Yesterday, when I found the 20-year-old, unsent letter, I threw it away without opening or reading it. Why scrape at old wounds? You were lost to me then, as was our shared homeland, the Big Island of Hawaii.  Would sending the...

Mom says don’t go, it’s too dangerous at night.     “C’mon Ev, let the kid see it, “ Dad says.

I looked down and noticed red poking through the tip of my sock. My near four-score, crimson lacquered toenail had worn a tear in the aqua fiber. I would have to darn it. It made me think of the convent. Earlier that morning, I had wasted 2...

Jenn says that Tucker is her dog with special needs. “Yeah,” says Bryan, her husband, “he hit the jackpot when he got us as owners.” Jennifer and Bryan are both veterinarians. Tucker is their 7-year-old oversize golden...

Breaking out of prison isn’t hard, you’ve just got to be patient, watchful, and lucky. If you can get those three stars aligned, eventually your time will come. My time came just before midnight on Dec. 31, 1932. That would be eight...