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- 1From:Journal of the Royal Australian Historical Society (Vol. 94, Issue 1) Peer-Reviewed'Our Place': The Byron Arcade, Inverell, written and published by the Inverell District Family History Group Inc. This portfolio offers a social and architectural history of 'The Byron Arcade' in Inverell. It offers...
- 2From:New England Review (Vol. 31, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedThis morning, before your arrival, a blond boy with red knees called out to me imperiously, "Your feeder's empty, Mevrouw Bon! You should fill it!" I tamped my loose hair--the color of a speckled egg, I have observed...
- 3From:Nature Clinical Practice Endocrinology & Metabolism (Vol. 4, Issue 10) Peer-ReviewedFamilial clustering of metabolic features of the polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) phenotype, such as hyperandrogenemia, insulin resistance and dyslipidemia, in sisters and mothers of women with PCOS suggests the...
- 4From:New England Review (Vol. 34, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedI. Natives They rolled up his lawn, just a sad shag rug. With mattock and machete, with Spanish when those failed, a man attacked the hedge. Before the neighbor's azaleas could bloom into ballgowns or bishops'...
- 5From:Atlanta Review (Vol. 19, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedAngelina's matzo recipe, reported by her maid Mafia, was part of the evidence used by the Inquisition to convict her of being a secret Jew. Bread of Affliction Angelina de Leon, Spain, 1503 In haste, I roll coarse...
- 6From:New England Review (Vol. 36, Issue 1) Peer-Reviewedfrom Memories in Ruins THERE WAS NO OTHER NEIGHBORHOOD IN SAO PAULO MORE PROPITIOUS to cultivating Austro-Hungarian obsessions than Sumaré--obsessions that, frustrated over there, had found fertile soil over here,...
- 7From:Prairie Schooner (Vol. 87, Issue 3)The truth about little Charlie Lindbergh's murder? A hero's dark love of eugenics. President Kennedy's lone killer, or the Tonkin Gulf incident: ghosts that still haunt us pushing fantasy as fact or fact as fantasy. A...
- 8From:Harvard Review (Issue 47)For Ellen Bryant Voigt I. Liberation of Stalag Luft One: Barthes, Germany, 1945 Like any lyric, nothing happens; a core fueled by something outside the interminable moment--lines of soldiers filing without origin,...
- 9From:Black Renaissance/Renaissance Noire (Vol. 15, Issue 1)Here I was born, in a tiny grain of salt that floated adrift and lodged in the aquamarine placenta of my mother. She was born from the grandmother who, in turn, was made of the scaled skin of those who came from the...
- 10From:The Chariton Review (Vol. 38, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedThe Dance Magdeburg, Germany I have not yet been born to you and you are nobody's father when you step from the photograph and take my hand. Behind us the green Elbe pushes forward to the North Sea, and trees rustle...
- 11From:The Southern Review (Vol. 53, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedGrandpa shrugged when the feds at the kitchen door said the pigpen weeds were marijuana, and they were there to cut them down and burn them "Got lots more weeds--feel free to cut them, too." Marijuana was in the news a...
- 12From:Harvard Review (Issue 50)I WAS TWELVE when my Aunt Esther summoned me to the basement. It must have been 1983. By then she wasn't speaking to anyone, not my father, of course, the two hadn't exchanged words in years, and not her parents, my...
- 13From:Southern Cultures (Vol. 19, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedIn 1946, a year after World War II was over and just before school started, my ten-year-old brother and I (twelve then), and my father and his new wife--all of us nearly strangers to each other--piled in her bulky green...
- 14From:Atlanta Review (Vol. 20, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedCherry Bounce The aunts in taupe stockings brightened at the words. "You know how to make it, better than I," she laughed. "Oh, no, we are old now," too tired to find their dead sister's receipt. Six months married, she...
- 15From:Atlanta Review (Vol. 25, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedAn ocean, wild and vast is now my mother's mind. The pelicans glide in loose formation out of her eyes. I sit quietly and trawl, gather in nets and try to read the random tides. Sometimes they turn up clues, an octopus...
- 16From:British Art Journal (Vol. 20, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedUntil recently a monument to James Christie and his family stood at the centre of St James's Gardens between Hampstead Road and Cardington Street, behind Euston Station in London (PI 1, PI 2). (1) Erected towards the...
- 17From:Voices: The Journal of New York Folklore (Vol. 37, Issue 1-2) Peer-ReviewedI was raised in a small community called West Mountain, in the southern Adirondacks of New York. Family and friends all lived near one another, giving me a great out-of-the-way place to grow up. I am a third-generation...
- 18From:The Qualitative Report (Vol. 14, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedThis case study is an in-depth examination of how Erika (a pseudonym) interpreted and understood her genetic test results for breast cancer susceptibility. Her experience is presented in the form of a biography, which...
- 19From:The Hoosier Genealogist: Connections (Vol. 54, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedIntroduction In the one hundred years following the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the territory encompassed by the modern State of Indiana witnessed one of the greatest periods of change in the history...
- 20From:Appalachian Review (Vol. 49, Issue 1)Through the screen door, she saw Ruby sitting with her legs on the sofa. "Knock, Knock," called Paulette. Ruby picked up the remote and muted the TV. "Come on in!" A fly followed Paulette inside. The day was so...