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Carol Arvo 


© Copyright 2019 by Carol Arvo 


Photo of Carol in a hang glider.

Everyone has a “bucket list,” whether they realize and acknowledge it or not. It might just be a nagging feeling in the subconscious, or it might be right out there for all to see, but it’s there. Mine was right out there for 20 years.  Everyone knew I loved to fly. It was finally time to check this one off of my “bucket list. . . .”


The Times, They Are A-Changin'

Judith Nakken

© Copyright 2019 by Judith Nakken

Photo of a page from a dictionary.

I was unhappy with the change in discounts for seniors, and initially polite as I could be at the Customer Disservice counter. “These new rebates are really niggardly,” I said, and didn’t continue because of the look of shock rapidly turning to hatred on her Caucasian face. “Oh, wait,” I tried to explain since I know too well that today’s under-40’s have little knowledge of the English language. . . .


Magic Broom

Elizabeth Lloyd

© Copyright 2019 by Elizabeth Lloyd

Photo of the moon through a window.

. . .Glancing back at the house, no mother in sight, the rule attempted itself one last time.  Stepping out into the alley, I held my breath and waited for a scolding.  It did not come.  The rule was completely gone now.  Each step toward my destination brought reassurance that, yes, this treasure could indeed be retrieved. . . .


A Cultural Awakening in Swaziland

Daniel Stantus

© Copyright 2019 by Daniel Stantus


Photo of a man digging a hole.

I was a Peace Corps Volunteer from 1970 to 1974. It was a dream come true for me ever since my hero John F. Kennedy introduced the program in the early 60’s. The thought of travel to a foreign country, living and working with the people, and raising the standards of living for a third world people was so appealing to me. I came from a family that had barely travelled to the next State, let alone overseas. In fact I had never even been in a plane before. . . .


The Lady Who Wears Dead Foxes

Kathryn Lynch

© Copyright 2019 by Kathryn Lynch

Photo of a woman wearing a fox fur scarf.

In 1970, I had already been a fourth grade teacher for several years. Armed with a Lifetime Teaching Certificate, I had ­decided on a four year nighttime endeavor, entering the University |of San Francisco School of Law program. I resolved that during the day, my teaching efforts would not be degraded or curtailed because my primary responsibility remained to the 43 fourth graders in my class. This was before Teacher's Aids, teacher prep time or any form of assistance was available. . . .


Topanga Canyon Fire

Doug Sherr

© Copyright 2019 by Doug Sherr

Photo of a helicoptor fighting a fire.

Topanga Canyon connects the Pacific Ocean to the San Fernando Valley, where the Valley Girls roamed. The Santa Monica Mountains rise to the east and hills that stretch to Malibu define the western side. Water trickles down the creek bed providing enough moisture for a variety of mature trees and bushes that keep the canyon cool on desert-hot summer days. In the midst of the urban horror of LA, the canyon is a rural outpost that mixes the best of Appalachia and Carmel: In the early 1970s, impoverished hippie artists of great talent lived in shacks and raised goats next door to famous rock and roll musicians and actors who argued with their agents while drinking goat’s milk. Charlie Manson’s first murder happened on Old Topanga Canyon Boulevard and Will Geer, Grandpa on the Waltons, had an outdoor Shakespearean theater, Theatricum Botanicum, at the other end of the canyon. . . .


If You Ever Feel Like Giving Up--Keep Going

Kelly Maida

© Copyright 2019 by Kelly Maida

Photo of a path into sunrise. {c} 2002 by Richard Loller.

I was inspired to write this because sometimes it seems like there is not a light at the end of a tunnel and that we sometimes quit right before we get to that light! . . .

Apology to a Blog


Kay Harper 


© Copyright 2019 by Kay Harper 



Photo of Kay in her lecture outfit.

Photo (c) 2019 by Kay Harper.

It's rare, I know, but think I owe my blog an apology. I’ve been so caught up in “Encouragin’ Words,” my daily devotional on Facebook, that I had been ignoring this blog. There appears to be only so much of me to go around, but from now on I plan to carve out time for this “God Is Big” blog, as well for as my other writing. . . .


A Story for My Father

Eileen W. Fisher

© Copyright 2019 by Eileen W. Fisher


Photo of Eileen's father.

My father always wanted to be a writer, but that was not practical. By the time I was in fourth grade, I decided that I was going to fulfill his dream.

My mother called him Natie, he called himself Nat; his nickname was Nissel. I called him Daddy. . .


Summer of David

Elizabeth Lloyd

© Copyright 2019 by Elizabeth Lloyd

Photo of a figure in a dark room.

This is a true story.  However when sitting down to write it, the only way to alleviate the writer’s block that was happening was to change the names in the story.  It was easier to write it in the third person rather than insert myself into the story again. . . .


Kathryn Lynch

© Copyright 2019 by Kathryn Lynch

Photo of Auschwitz death camp.

This is a story about hunger which is never relieved, never goes away no matter what advantages persons might achieve by the single minded pursuit of the American dream. It is a true story, a sad story, one which made me realize how lucky I was to call this country home. All of the participants in this story have now died except for the author. Let this telling honor them. . .


Andy Bageson

Kathryn Lynch

© Copyright 2019 by Kathryn Lynch

Stories About My Dad:

The Haircut
Negro Mens' Beach
Andy Bageson
Photo of a woman playing a violin.

This is a story about my Dad and Mom encountering a Jewish person for the first time. In the post Second World War era, Jews were any persons of Jewish ethnicity no matter where they were located, and any persons who espoused the Jewish Faith whether born into it or converted to it.  Andy Bageson may not have been the best example of a Jew, but he was the first Jew I ever knew with all his virtues and all his flaws. . . .



Laura Labno


© Copyright 2019 by Laura Labno

Photo of a snail.

Sarah was drawing at her desk when suddenly one thought became very prominent in her mind. An illuminated memory – Snails.

This one day, a large amount of earth circulations ago, in a small poor city, in even smaller and poorer neighbourhood she and her friend were playing. They’ve collected an impressive amount of snails and put them into a box. The idea was to open a Snail School. A Card Box Primary Snail School. . . .


Advice To My Daughters

Kelly Maida

© Copyright 2019 by Kelly Maida

Photo of a path into sunrise. {c} 2002 by Richard Loller.

As a survivor of domestic violence and I have been through both physical and emotional abuse, I would never want anyone to go through what I experienced. If I can help in anyway I would like to try. Today I was sending my daughters a message and It inspired me to write this. . . .

The Saga of Pretty Boy Floyd


Isabel Bearman Bucher   

© Copyright 2019 by Isabel Bearman Bucher 


Photo of Isabel's turtle.

My retired husband, Robert, is want to go to garage sales.  Over the years he’s come home with a few treasures, but more often than not, the objects are real pitch-out dogs.  When he’s forgotten about them, I usually toss them into the garbage or the give-away pile.  One year, he came home with Pretty Boy Floyd, an American,  three-toed box turtle, for which he paid the handsome sum of five bucks.  The turtle really was a beauty; ergo his name.   Brilliant orange spots that resembled Halloween candy corn,  flamed up his legs and was matched by clear blazing orange eyes.  Holding him, he let you scratch his head, while his legs went like windmills. A week later, he got sick. . . .


The Kaiser's Brooch

Helene Munson

© Copyright 2019 by Helene Munson


Photo of the brooch.

The Kaiser’s Brooch is what I have been told about my great-grandmother Marie Sophie Schmiede by my grandmother, supplemented by my knowledge of German history and carefully researched historical facts (Everything from the name of the Rabbi to the Tzar’s children having measles is true.) My short story is aimed at not just preserving a piece of family history but also giving the reader an understanding of what lead up to Germany’s disastrous 20th century history, weaving it into the story about my great grandmother…and yes… I own the Kaiser’s  Brooch. . . .


My First Theatre Experience

Albert Vetere Lannon

© Copyright 2019 by Albert Vetere Lannon

Photo of a 50's candy store.

I love the theatre. I’ve been able over my eight decades to see lots of plays, from street performers to first-class houses in New York, London, San Francisco, and now, Tucson. I didn’t grow up with theatre in my life. As a street kid on New York’s Lower East Side the thee-A-ter was something uptowners with money did and they did it uptown. We made do with the fourth-run Stuyvesant movie house on Second Avenue, around the corner from twelth Street where I lived and across the street from the corner candy store where we hung out, sipping sodas and playing the jukebox. . . .

Colorado Memoir

Robert Flournoy

© Copyright 2019 by Robert Flournoy   
Photo of Denver smog.

When I left the army in 1973 I headed to Colorado to see if some dreams could come true.  I had been in love with the mere thought of the Rocky Mountains since boyhood and could not wait to get there.  Colorado Springs was small then, Denver half the size it is today, its yellow dome not yet a significant trade mark.  I bought a home in the shadow of Pike's Peak and could access a dozen pristine trout streams in the foothills close to my house that were full of fish. . . .


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