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First Time I Heard Baby’s Heartbeat

I felt a passenger staring at a train whooshing by.

Colorful music staff with notes, on a black background.

The first time I heard love — the kind I had never experienced before — I was sitting in a cold, dark room, heart knocking in my throat.




We publish memoirs, personal essays, and fictional memoir. Creative stories unpacked from the nostalgic hope chests of our lives.

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