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Manal al-Sherif was freed today after spending 10 days in prison in Saudi Arabia. Her crime: driving a car.
The oil-rich nation, ruled by religious clerics (although the Saudi royal family are the nominal rulers) practices an austere brand of Islam known as…
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The doctor who told my father he had incurable cancer spent 10 seconds delivering that news before leaving the examining room.
My father spent the next five months absorbing that fact, fading from a vigorous man capable of booming laughter to a wraith in a chair who stared into the middle distance.
"It was the diagnosis that killed him," my mother told me years later, "not the cancer itself."
I doubt that was exactly true, but I know my father well enough to believe that…
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Stump Shiner regretted letting Charlene drag him to Friday night Scrabble almost immediately after they arrived at the modest bungalow.
He didn’t know a single person there, and the hostess had scowled at the six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon he was carrying, one finger hooked through its plastic wrapper. After introductions (they were all…
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Teeny got sideways of her grandmother last night, and instead of shutting up (like I always told her), she went all super mouthy. That's like a tornado of a mouth, a movie-shark mouth of a mouth. Ain't no surprise she got slapped.
So this morning in the hallway, vice principal Hawkins stopped Teeny and ask'd how come she got a big purple hand-size bruise on her face because even Clueless Hawkins could see that some blow been dealt to my girl.
I know Teeny was fixing to say…
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"I heard where some folks is predicting the world gonna end on May 21," Stump Shiner told Charlene over scrambled eggs and morning coffee. "They say they gonna be swooped up in a rapture and the rest of folks gonna be left down here to deal with an earthquake, and such."
Charlene turned to the Lifestyle page and found the Sudoku puzzle, a mysterious smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I have it on good authority from one of my beauty parlor clients that there won't be a surge…
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“Ain’t no burglar smart enough to find the thing in this house that’s most precious,” Teeny’s Grandma is explaining to us. She gestures us toward a book shelf and rolls her walker closer.
“Crooks is dumb, that’s why they’s crooks,” she says, pointing one bony Presbyterian finger at an ordinary-looking book spine that represents maybe…
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There is a letter in her own hand, the script strangely like my own. It is polite and friendly, skirting the danger she must have felt when posting it in front of her father as she passed him at the front porch letterbox.
There is the box of simple cookies ( baked under his supervision for the church luncheon) that never made it to the fellowship hall. She packed them in a leftover Christmas tin with bright Santas and snowmen and tucked a paper dollie inside as if to say, "See how…
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