By Leslie Kendall Dye

JARRED

A therapist’s office on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, present day. Therapist: Do you remember the day it began? Do you remember where you were? Patient: Zabar’s. Therapist: What did you notice first? Patient: The raised print on the jars — the swirled font, and the words “Mason” and “Atlas.” Therapist: Had you recently had a baby? Patient: I don’t see …

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Form Rejection Letter

Dear Writer, Thank you for the opportunity to read your piece, “A Bit of Black Bread.” We regret that we are unable to publish this piece. Due to a high volume of submissions, we further regret that we are unable to send you a personal note. That said, we were impressed by the quality of …

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