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There’s a Ford in Your FutureWords and Image by J. Ray Paradiso QuailBellMagazine.com
It’s 1986, and my Gramp asks me to take my Gram to the Villa Scaramucci, Home for Italian Aged, if anything happens to him, which is Gramp-code for pre-deceasing her. When his code cracks, I call the Villa about admission and rue its endless wait list. So, I SOS the executor of my Gramp’s will for help. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness is a Must-ReadIf you’re looking for an unusual but truthful portrayal of lesbianism and mental illness, My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness by Kabi Nagata is everything you could ever ask for. Warning: Spoilers ahead!
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New Immigrant Rights Legislation Aims to Protects Undocumented VirginiansRICHMOND – The Virginia Coalition for Immigrant Rights called on the General Assembly Tuesday to pass legislation to provide driver's licenses and in-state college tuition to certain undocumented immigrants. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
This Someone I Call Stranger ReviewBy Ingrid Calderon QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: James Diaz has previously published poetry with us. Check out some of the following poems he has had published on Quail Bell Magazine: "You're the Story I Want to Tell", "Learn to Love What Aches in You", "How a Life Can Go on Like This", and "In the Dark, Reaching". James Diaz’s poetry collection, This Someone I Call Stranger captures seasons. He shows you winters made, not of snow, but of heat. He warped love into sunbeams, and explained sorrow through logic and defeat. There is discordance and simplicity in these pages. Anarchy, and a warmth conjured by so many ghosts. If there was a song that could sum up the ink spilled, it’d be Philip Glass’s, Etude No.2., mostly through its controlled chaos. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Vulnerable and Forgotten: The Limits of AdvocacyI Fifty years ago, residents in long term care—mostly nursing homes at the time—faced an inordinate risk of dying from food poisoning and fires. Since then these risks have lessened, but the quality of life for people living in these places continues to be lacking. What was true then is true now: when we become infirm and aged and dependent, our value diminishes. Even though we, as family members, continue to love our debilitated relatives, giving them time and attention; we, as a society, ignore them. And in doing so, we unknowingly take from them much of what contributes to a worthwhile existence. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
What My Toxic Sorority Taught Me About Self-Worth One of the most important things in life is to find and fiercely hold on to an unwavering support network of empathetic and overall great people. For many, this could be family, friends, a church group, or an organization. Sometimes Greek life can provide that need; brothers and sisters in fraternities and sororities have the potential to be the perfect confidantes and shoulders to cry on when it feels like your life is crashing down. My sorority was the opposite. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Ghosts and RobotsWhen I was a little kid, I philosophized often that I was the only real person on Earth and that everyone else was either robots or ghosts, tricking me into interacting with them. I didn't know what the purpose was, but I assumed I was some sort of pet or science experiment. I imagined that they would laugh at the things I did and said whenever I was not in the room with musings along the lines of "Silly human..." |
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