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Other Lives by Lucy Sieger: From the book’s spine, an enigmatic dark-haired woman engages me with her smoky gaze. She has stenciled brows, kohl-lined eyes and a beauty mark; she is dangling a cigarette, of course. She is my alter ego, the writer I always wanted to be, my creative soul embodied in the daughter of sculptors from the Left Bank of Paris or poets from Prague Full story »

Other Lives by Meg Beach: I’m five-foot nothing in my stocking feet. If you need a visual, I’m the same height—although not nearly the same width—as Danny DeVito. I never really thought of myself as short until just a few years ago when I heard DeVito in an interview say he was the same height as I am. It was truly a shock. I’d always thought of myself as being the same height as anyone I made eye contact with; I never took into account how much my neck was craned backward... Full story »

Other Lives: Maybe it was all those Harleys rolling into the campground. I mean, I’ve had small realizations seep in over the last few months and certainly moments of synchronicity surfaced when Joel and I looked at each other, wordless, and smiled in simultaneous recognition. But the roaring engines brought it home for me. Brought it to this new home, this temporary home, called Knoxville. Full story »