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Alex Woodard

March Radness

Colin wasn’t my boss. But he was slightly older than me, and had been at the company longer, so he

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Living Halfway

Well, I wrote a book. I mean, I’ve written a few. But this one is different. This book started out

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Napoleon

She was alone for 36 years was my dad’s text to me this afternoon. Her husband died in 1980, but

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The Reminder

Now, more than ever, I hope you find your own reminder. Here’s mine. **** “Do you believe in Santa Claus?”

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The Beneath

They are rising and falling in front of me now, a fluke occasionally emerging on the tail end of a

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This Day

This day should be every day. I knew a guy whose first words, every morning before his feet hit the

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The River

The headwaters of the Salmon River empty into this fertile basin, bordered on one side by the Sawtooth range and

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The Impassable Canyon

I was alone. Alone, in a group of 13 strangers, running a river through the largest swath of roadless land

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what carries me