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  On the door was the logo of my dad’s company: Automotive Electric.   It was maroon, and we could sit four across in the cab,...

photo © 2014 jennifer wagner extra treats, longer hugs. laryngeal paralysis & age are taking you into th...

Remember when snowflakes came in our favorite flavors— running to catch them on our tongues, delighted smiles on our face...

photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner Welcome to Rubbletown, and thanks for leaving. Don’t let the saloon doors hit ya on th...

i had just turned six when Elvis died my mom with her long, dark hair and my aunt, blonde and long too— sat out on the steps ...

Joan Jett on cassette softball summers of field-dirt-crusted scabs on my knees and thighs sliding into second my dad said I...

I could practically smell the cigarettes Though the windows were rolled up In the aging tan-colored Oldsmobile It is the first t...