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arabella mcclendon eulogy for the woman still alivebrooke mitchell I died for the first time on a Saturday night. I almost avoided it, too. Halfway through my murder, Hunter’s dog began furiously panting from the corner of the room. My blood thrashed at the underside of my skin. I hadn’t realized the dog was there. …
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Dear Reader, Last year’s edition of Essay Magazine saw the continuation of what we lovingly termed Pocket Essay, a shorter print version of our magazine featuring the winner and two runners up of the Erik Kirkland Memorial Prize, along with an essay written by the judge. We also continued to revamp our website to showcase …