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Braced
(a short story)by Kerry Ann Wiley I sat at the rented table, its surface scratched and scarred, much like my legs. I pressed my fingers into one of the grooves and didn’t pull away. Julian’s voice came soft, questioning. “Come to bed.”…
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What the Fire Held
The cabin was his idea. A weekend away. No plans, no signal—just space. He offered it like a remedy, something that might keep the pieces from slipping further apart. I said yes because saying no would have meant acknowledging the unraveling. He…
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When the System Shifts: What Medicaid Makes Possible
Across the United States, Medicaid helps millions of people access important healthcare services that might otherwise be out of reach. For both children and adults, it provides support for things like speech therapy, mobility equipment, and in-home nursing care. These services make…
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When Clarity Fades: What the Loss of ADA Guidance Really Means
The U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) recently withdrew several guidance documents related to the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA). Some of these resources had been in place for decades, serving as essential tools for individuals and organizations to interpret and apply the…
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Beyond the Headlines: What the Executive Order on Education Might Mean for Students with Disabilities
On March 20, a significant development in education policy unfolded—one that didn’t make every front page but may carry lasting consequences. President Trump signed an executive order directing the Secretary of Education to begin the process of closing the U.S. Department of…
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Between Ash and Breath
A sky undecided hangs overhead suspended in that in-between hue that refuses to settle on blue or gray. The day unfolds with a weight that clings to skin and seeps beneath layers while holding itself close; it is too slight to be…
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When Blue Paused for Purple
The evening descends. The air thickens with unspoken truths. The air carries the weight of what’s unfinished, drifting like memories half-remembered yet elusive. Tonight, the familiar script slips away as daylight fades, giving way to something softer, less defined. Twilight emerges as…
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Where Absence Lingers
The morning felt wrong. The door, always latched before sleep, resisted as it opened, as though something unseen had passed through first. One presence remained, yet the chair by the window had moved—angled slightly, as if someone had left in a hurry.…
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The Season of Almost
The air carries a quiet hesitation. It is neither warm nor cold, holding onto the last traces of winter while hinting at something new. A jacket feels unnecessary, yet the moment bare skin meets the wind, doubt creeps in. The ground remains…
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What The Night Holds
Some moments refuse to fade; they settle heavy, pressing into the quiet. Daylight blurs into dusk, the world’s hum softens, and something unnamed stirs. The mind unthreads memories, tracing unfinished shapes—words left unsaid, choices untouched, moments without closure. This is how the…