The Legend of Molly Tynes and Her RideFrank Emerson © Copyright 2021 by Frank Emerson |
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Throughout
history, the accepted view of the role of women during warfare has
been one of support. Certainly, in fact and in legend, there have
been numerous instances of proactive females during hostilities. Just
think of the Grace O’Malley, Ireland’s Pirate Queen of
the 17th century, 18th
century British
buccaneers, Anne Bonny and Mary Reed and the American Revolution’s
Molly Pitcher. . . .One
further, albeit little-known example of a female coming to the fore
in time of a national emergency is the action taken by one Molly
Tynes during the American Civil War. . . .
The Sad, Ironic Fate of Sullivan BallouFrank Emerson © Copyright 2021 by Frank Emerson |
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Of all the letters associated with the American Civil War, two stand out as arguably the most beautiful and touching – certainly the best known. Abraham Lincoln's poignant, comforting note to a certain Mrs. Lydia Bixby, who had lost five sons to the conflict, is the first.
Perhaps even better
known, and certainly as poignant, is the letter from Union Major
Sullivan Ballou to his wife, Sarah. Written one week before the First
Battle of Manassas, or Bull Run – as it was called in the
North, the words are all the more heartbreaking when you realize that
Ballou did not survive to go home again. . . .
The JourneyRachel Cann © Copyright 2021 by Rachel Cann  |
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Yesterday
I went with my boss of the food to the needy nonprofit to go
horseback riding. It was way out of town, and she insisted on driving
her rental van because my car doesn’t have heat, and she says I
drive too slow. Vicky was recently written up in the news for a food
program in Roslindale that didn’t meet standards of cleanliness
that the city forefathers thought necessary. It mentioned she had
been doing this food thingy for 30 years and was homeless. Poor
people give a small donation for the food, and I don’t think
they care about germs as much as the city forefathers. . . .
A Day WithoutMike Ekunno © Copyright 2021 by Mike Ekunno |
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Leaving
the office without my phone at close of work on Friday was initially
forgetfulness. It was either the economics of a long retrieval sortie
or lassitude that transformed inadvertence to deliberateness. So
began a 24-hour phone fast. . . .
Spilling Your Guts on PaperMaureen Moynihan © Copyright 2021 by Maureen Moynihan  |
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I
attempted to publish
my first story during Sunday school. While the other children colored
pictures of Jesus Christ resurrecting from the tomb, I penned “Happy
Bird Flies Home.” It was a somber tale about a deceased
parakeet who returns from the dead to sing songs and march on the
head of its 8 year-old mother. . . .
Bleeding EyesJacquline Musgrave © Copyright 2021 by Jacquline Musgrave |
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. . . . “Look!
I’M DOING IT!” I yelled as I was able to keep my feet
straight and my ski’s from
crossing and falling as I had on every previous attempt. It was our
first ski trip, mine and my younger brother Donnie. We were with my
Mom and our stepdad in a nice big rented motorhome. It was a 3 day
weekend, and being 16, I had been allowed to bring my best friend
Jodi. There were lots of hot guys on the mountain, and we were just
trying to ski well enough to stand so we could talk to them without
falling as most of them were skilled on their feet. . . .
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Yet Another StatisticMy Unremarkable Eating DisorderHelen Ruhlin © Copyright 2021 by Helen Ruhlin |
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. . . .Allow
me to save you some emotional buildup and start right in with the
bold statement that you’d
normally
find halfway down the page, at the end of a sappy anecdote, or in the
final sentence of a cathartic conclusion: I have, and still do,
struggle with my body image. I’m
not
in love with my physique, not infatuated with my appearance and I
don’t think that makes me
special. . . .
9-11: An Alaskan Guide's TaleTom Carroll © Copyright 2021 by Tom Carroll |
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Every
American can recount exactly where they were and what they were doing
on the morning of 9-11, I was in remote Alaska and have a distinctly
unique narrative to relate. Guiding for “wilderness”
fishing lodges, or those located in remote locations, accessible only
by airplane, far from towns and roads, posed specific challenges and
circumstances. . . .
If You Give A Gerbil A HaircutAnna Cattar © Copyright 2021 by Anna Cattar |
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If
you tell your mother what life was like at your dad’s house,
she’ll want to keep you quiet. Before you have time to say the
word rape she’ll leap to comfort you. Soft deflective words
will slip off her lips “the same thing happened to me”
and “I know it feels like he took something from you.”
She won’t ask you why you are crying. . . .
The Mini Guides to Life's JourneyLaura Piquette © Copyright 2021 by Laura Piquette |
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Life
can get complex. It is not that you are failing, more rather, it is
you did not have the information you need when you need it. In turn,
that creates us problems overtime. Leaves us wondering why if life is
survival of the fittest then why don’t we have answers up to
this point. . . .
One Of Our Planes. . .WWII Veteran Tom Cox's Unscheduled Trip to the BeachDaniel Hicks © Copyright 2021 by Daniel Hicks |
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The gypsy had long been a friend of the
family, so when
Phyllis Cox visited her mother in the tiny Devon village of Lustleigh
she made a point of visiting the old lady’s ornately decorated
caravan. But as the gypsy stared into her eyes and held her hand in
hers she was wishing she hadn’t come. . . .
A Summer Twice VisitedSienna Joshi © Copyright 2021 by Sienna Joshi  |
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. . . .Summers
in Argentina will always stand out in my memories in sunshine
brilliance; my two younger sisters will agree. We have only ever
spent two summer holidays in Mama’s home country - one of which
I was too young to remember more than strawberry popsicles,
sparklers, and Papa Noel - but they were particularly special. . . .
High TensionDaniel Hicks © Copyright 2021 by Daniel Hicks |
 Photo by Sid Pradhan on Unsplash |
I
had been in Datchet, a few miles west of London
Airport, before, but usually below the flight path, never above it.
This time I wasn’t so sure. I instinctively ducked as a Boeing
747 thundered overhead.
The most unwelcome present I have ever received was from my wife on the occasion of my retirement. . . .
The most unwelcome present I have ever received was from my wife on the occasion of my retirement. . . .
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Tango of DeathBullfighting and the International CheeseburgerLance Mason © Copyright 2021 by Lance Mason |
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In The Resurrection, Tolstoy said, "People
instinctively
keep to the circle … who share their views of life and their
own place in it." Yet today’s world vividly illustrates
the risks of “keeping to the circle,” of reinforcing,
rather than challenging, one’s closely-held beliefs. Through
the various lenses of history as well as regional cultures, relative
ethics, and tolerance, "The Tango of Death" attempts not to
justify but to explore and understand Spanish bullfighting, a topic
and tradition outside many people’s “circle,” and
charged with emotion and politics. . . .
Where You Can Feel The Earth BreatheSienna Joshi © Copyright 2021 by Sienna Joshi |
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This
piece is a series of memories and reflections on my transition to
adulthood. It takes place during the time I traveled and studied at
Aberystwyth University and includes periods from my childhood in San
Diego, California. I learned a lot about myself, culture, and place
during this time and it has greatly shaped who I am today. Nature has
always been a significant part of my life and I wanted to pay tribute
to the ways in which it has helped me feel at home, both in San Diego
and in Aberystwyth. . . .
What I Have Gone Through In SpainGeorge Ivanov Vasilev © Copyright 2021 by George Ivanov Vasilev |
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Soon
after the totalitarian system collapsed in Bulgaria at the end of
1989, I enrolled myself in History and Bulgarian Philology at
university but I quit within a year. I was bored there. I did not
like the manner in which some professors and their associates were
delivering the lectures. Some of them were still lecturing the same
way they used to do in the past. I disliked it. I could not force
myself to study against my will. Yes, I had worked hard and I had
attended evening high school classes for four years just to be able
to get into university. I was interested in writing, in literature so
getting into university was my greatest dream. But I gave up so
easily. . . .
A Girl Who Wore Combat BootsRita McDermott © Copyright 2021 by Rita McDermott |
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. . . .When
the cattle buses arrived at our destination, the doors opened to find
three Drill Sgts. standing there. They were blowing whistles and
yelling, “you got five minutes to get off that bus, get your
gear in the barracks, and get back down here in formation. Move it.”
It was then that I said to myself, “what did I get myself
into?” The reception station gave a false sense of easy going
cadre and low key schedule. . . .
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| Between a Rock and a Hard Place Desiree Kendrick © Copyright 2021 by Desiree Kendrick |
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At a time when
travel restrictions are in place, we ache for adventure. I flip the
pages of my travel journals and photo albums. Italy, shaped like a
boot, is my favourite shoe obsession. Here’s some arm chair
travel to share. . . .
Sitting With My BoysB. J. Thompson © Copyright 2021 by B. J. Thompson |
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This story covers my
time visiting the National Memorial
Cemetery of the Pacific, aka Punchbowl Crater Cemetery, as research
for my epic-length literary novel, entitled, AIR, covering the lives
of six U.S. Navy sailors who end up trapped inside the capsized USS
Oklahoma after the Pearl Harbor attack. And in their attempts to
survive, they discover there are worse things in life, than death. . . .
Taking a Train in England - An AdventureVictor Pogostin © Copyright 2021 by Victor Pogostin |
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A
coloured serpent of railway cars may look attractive and even invoke
the sweetest of childhood memories, but it can be very annoying, if
you risk traveling by train across the green fields of England. . . .
More...
Coffee and Ideological Maxims in MoscowVictor Pogostin © Copyright 2021 by Victor Pogostin |
 Photo by Rachel Lees on Unsplash |
Coffee
in Moscow may be as good as anywhere else, but did you ever try to
buy it in the same bar of the same hotel, and yet in two different
countries and even in different epochs? Well, I did. . . .
Pandemic Treasure HuntMarcia McGreevy Lewis © Copyright 2021 by Marcia McGreevy Lewis |
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Letting off steam during the pandemic can
lead to
astonishing treasures as I discovered when taking a
spontaneous
car trip. The treasure hunt delivered two
golden treasures. . . .
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Perception Outside Normal Capability
Cody Short
© Copyright 2021 by Cody Short |
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This is a true story. The
names are changed
because the setting is rural East Tennessee where privacy is precious
to this day, and everybody knew their neighbors in the Fifties.
. . .
All The World We SeekLaura Elizabeth Horgan © Copyright 2021 by Laura Elizabeth Horgan |
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I've
never been able to find God. But if the entity exists, I want to walk
in the Holy man's shoes and pray to the heavens, become exalted in
the sea of belief. My skin will be flushed, the thoughts that come
and go will be tethered to the adoration of the self, and each
connection we have as individuals to the great being. . . .
| Early
Riser/Namaste June Calender © Copyright 2021 by June Calender |
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The older I get the
earlier I wake up. In fact, I often think I need less sleep because I
not only wake up early but may spend an hour or two awake, usually
between 2:00 and 4:00. I’m usually
awake by
5:30 or sometimes earlier but my clock radio alarm is set or 5:50 so
that I can wake up to ten minutes of classical music before a brief
local broadcast of the day’s news. Local information, not
national unless something unprecedented happened overnight, local
sports scores and finally — the real reason I have the clock
set a little before 6:00, the weather forecast. They are usually
correct. . . .
Open HeartedS. Nadja Zajdman © Copyright 2021 by S. Nadja Zajdman |
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It was bitter, the winter of 1959. An
epidemic of Hong
Kong flu raged through the city. The disease felled Mum, Daddy and
me. We were compelled to quarantine. Who would take care of my
infant brother Michael? My mother’s sister and her husband
weren’t an option. My father’s siblings couldn’t
be trusted with anything. Through a network of neighbours, a woman
was located on Goyer Street. Her name was Katarina Trautmann. In an
audacious dash for freedom, Herr and Frau
Trautmann,
with their two teenage daughters, escaped East Berlin in 1953. . . .
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LineageS. Nadja Zajdman © Copyright 2021 by S. Nadja Zajdman |
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Of all the grandparents I never got a chance to know, I
feel closest to my mother’s father Lucian. Perhaps it was my
mother’s vivid storytelling that made him seem accessible.
I’ve inherited his talents and his temperament; so I was told.
Sometimes I fantasize that I can time travel to Poland in the 1930s
and meet my grandfather Lucian. . . .
CompanyJareen Imam © Copyright 2021 by Jareen Imam |
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. . . .After a long
stretch of silence befell us, she told me a short story, no more than
two sentences, about my great-grandmother’s life. Although, at
that moment, I didn’t recognize how important it was because my
mother said it so fast, without inflection in her voice, or
reflection in her eyes. But those few lines inspired me to write a
short story about the last day of my great-grandmother’s life. . . .
Tackling Terrorism UnarmedSamir Kumar Jha © Copyright 2021 by Samir Kumar Jha |
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This
is the Memoirs of an unarmed soldier. This article has been written
with the following four purposes in
my mind :
- To make Govt. of India and Govt. officials aware what was happening in this area
- To make people of Non-north east aware what was happening in North-East India
- To provide people the necessary skill to function effectively in this belt
- To provide some permanent remedy to these problems. . . .
The Right To Bare ArmsJoy Mayfield © Copyright 2021 by Joy Mayfield |
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I
never thought about my arms specifically until 2006. That is the
year my mother forewarned me, “Your arms will turn on you one
day.”. . .
The Mean RedsJoseph Michael Webb © Copyright 2021 by Joseph Michael Webb |
 Photo by Tengyart on Unsplash |
The
Mean Reds illustrates the evening of the ‘surprise’
suicide of my sister many years ago; showing the crisis, despite
stigma, that is mental health care and what can happen to just about
anyone. . . .
That Special GameNikita Jain © Copyright 2021 by Nikita Jain |
 Photo by Sam Manns on Unsplash |
“Never
take off your clothes in front of anyone”, my Mom said while
cooking in a kitchen. I was standing near her. Those were the days
when she had started telling and teaching me about household chores
and cooking is anyway an important skill. I was about to turn
thirteen four months later. We had invited one of our closest family
friends ‘Singhals’ over for a dinner. . . .
The WellspringDavid Urubshurow © Copyright 2021 by David Urubshurow |
 Photo by Simon Hajducki on Unsplash |
I’m
in the shade of an arbor created by the water from a nearby
wellspring that also gives this oasis its Mongolian name: Bulgan.
Notwithstanding the leafy canopy, it’s scorching hot and bone
dry! I’m here because an imprudent impulse overcame my usual
good sense when traveling through inhospitable environments: I
yearned to eat cold watermelon in the middle of an unforgiving
desert. . . .
Butterfly MorningJudy Zwirblis © Copyright 2021 by Judy Zwirblis |
 Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak on Unsplash |
The
flowers
swayed back and forth as if music was in the air. It was mid-July
and the summer heat was lingering over my garden. I had planted a
package of wild seeds that spring, not knowing what would turn up. I
was pleasantly surprised as they blossomed into a mixed display of
color and kind. Although small, it was a most lovely garden. The
red, violet and orange colors brought the tiny visitors that day to
taste their fragrant drink. . . .
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Steal This BookAlan Herman © Copyright 2021 by Alan Herman |
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....There
it was! I was rotating the tall upright rack checking out the
paperback choices, in a drug store in Provincetown, Mass.
My First Day Going to Work During A PandemicEmily Howse © Copyright 2021 by Emily Howse |
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Today
is the first day I will be at work where I’m required to get my
temperature taken and be required to wear a mask. Worried
about
this because what if one of the people I work with ends up with a
fever and I’ve worked with them. Could I possibly get
COVID 19? . . .
Checkered Career Across Three ContinentsMigel Jayasinghe© Copyright 2021 by Migel Jayasinghe |
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I
resigned my job as a Sub-Inspector of Police, after nearly five years
of service in Ceylon, because I considered immigrating to the UK. My
underlying motive was to return to my studies and improve my chances
of achieving an affluent, enviable, life-style. I applied to the
British High Commission in Colombo and was awarded a ‘priority
voucher’ to enter Britain.
I was 26
years old. . . .
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Guardian Angels
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One four degree February morning, I’d been
up
late finishing a paper for my Russian Lit class and decided to drive
home in time for church with my family. I’d pulled enough
all-nighters to know: it’s usually better to just stay awake
rather than sleep for a couple of pitiful hours. . . .
A PortraitLaura Elizabeth Horgan © Copyright 2021 by Laura Elizabeth Horgan |
 Photo by Michael Discenza on Unsplash |
. . . .The
people I knew worthy of a tale barely had two pennies to rub together
to make a third. But they knew how to put together a good time like
it was nothing more than a cocktail. I drank them up, intoxicated and
drunk on the lives and doings of the people around me who seemed to
be all in, all the time. I rode on their coat tails and enjoyed the
view. . . .
Fifth GradeEtti Hazan © Copyright 2021 by Etti Hazan |
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Last fall, my daughter turned 10
and began attending the
fifth grade, mask and all.
In
Italy, where I grew up, fifth grade is a big deal because it marks
the end of elementary school. Students who complete ‘quinta
elementare’
take
a test to qualify for middle school. . . .
Fear and FireEtti Hazan © Copyright 2021 by Etti Hazan |
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I had neither seen nor smelled the fire. I
knew it had
been there, because I had been told about it. The woman had survived,
but her cat had not. . . .
A Few Hours in FrankfurtEtti Hazan © Copyright 2021 by Etti Hazan |
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In April of 2005, I flew from JFK to Rome, FCO to join
my parents for Passover. The flight itinerary included a stopover at
Frankfurt airport.
Frankfurt, Germany - 5:45 AM local time
Frankfurt, Germany - 5:45 AM local time
As our plane touches German ground, I immediately experience a wave of conflicted feelings. This is my first time on German soil. Considering I have just spent over 7 hours on a German airline, with ample space and good in-flight service, my sentiments are kind of ironic.
The feelings more or less dissipate once I enter the actual terminal - after all, airports are in a generic league of their own. My ever-dwindling Yiddish allows me to butcher the German language while purchasing a much needed espresso. . . .
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Dodging A ScamTalara Nolan © Copyright 2021 by Talara Nolan |
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My
story is called Dodging a Scam. It is something that happened to me
before I had a daughter. While this sort of thing happens all the
time online now a days, back when it happened to me it was not so
common. I did meet my then boyfriend online and this is how he tried
to get me to marry his brother in order to bring him from Canada. I
am grateful that I was able to get out of that situation, as I now
have my daughter. . . .
Big Foot, Big DealLaurel Hendrickson © Copyright 2021 by Laurel Hendrickson |
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. . . .Gather round the campfire and let’s freak
ourselves out by talking about an Oregon folklore favorite: Bigfoot!
Most people have at least one story about something uncanny that
they’ve experienced but don’t have a good way to explain.
This is the crux of Bigfoot fun- someone heard or saw something
strange in the wilderness and a special glee comes from it maybe-
just maybe- being Bigfoot. . . .
PemberaEve Levinson © Copyright 2021 by Eve Levinson  |
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This
story was part of an incredible month trekking and camping across
eastern and southern Africa. We had been on multiple safaris, gone up
in a hot air balloon, rafted the Zambezi River below Victoria Falls,
yet meeting rhinos in Zimbabwe was truly unforgettable. . . .
Crocodile TearsDawn Llewellyn-Price © Copyright 2021 by Dawn Llewellyn-Price |
 Photo by Joe McDaniel on Unsplash |
‘There’s
a good road, a not so good road, and a bad road’ Bernard our
safari bus driver had warned us as we left Nairobi Hilton, its foyer
awash with a great white wave of cricket bags. . . .
A Crow Named CharlieShreya Jha © Copyright 2021 by Shreya Jha |
 Photo by Simran deep Singh on Unsplash |
‘A
for Abtoss, B for Bulbul, C for Crow.’
I learnt to recite the alphabet with the names of birds. Abtoss was my baby word for Albatross, not the easiest word for a child to pronounce. I’m not sure if this is a true recollection or a figment of my memory. Probably the latter. It is a fact though, that birds have been part of my life from almost the beginning. . . .
I learnt to recite the alphabet with the names of birds. Abtoss was my baby word for Albatross, not the easiest word for a child to pronounce. I’m not sure if this is a true recollection or a figment of my memory. Probably the latter. It is a fact though, that birds have been part of my life from almost the beginning. . . .
Encounter with a Young GiraffeRachel Friedman © Copyright 2021 by Rachel Friedman |
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. . . .One
of the lovely things about living in Los Angeles is that we’ve
got a great zoo. It's not quite as famous as the one in San Diego,
but we still have a bird show, a petting zoo, and a secluded area for
baby animals. During one memorable period, these baby animals
included giraffes. . . .
Swimming With SerpentsJoli Villella © Copyright 2021 by Joli Villella |
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Just
as the two summers prior, I could feel the excitement bubble over in
my stomach chasing away the last tendrils of anxiety, my ever present
friend, as each mile carried us further away from civilization and
closer towards freedom. I knew the moment I stepped from the packed
van and breathed for the first time in a year true nurturing air, all
my cares would fade away into nothing as mother nature flooded every
sense. This was the healing power of the Buffalo river, the sight of
our long awaited adventure. . . .
The Three SnakesNaputt Thiravorachai © Copyright 2021 by Naputt Thiravorachai |
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Over
the course of my life I have encountered three different snakes, not
to
mention
various others. I do not know whether it is a stroke of luck to meet
such interesting and exotic animals, or a series of unfortunate
encounters. . . .
Jack in the BoxChloe de Lullington © Copyright 2021 by Chloe de Lullington |
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I
think the day the jackdaw arrived would have stuck in my mind even if
it hadn’t been forever immortalised as the day the jackdaw
arrived. The main reason for its notability was simple: Mum was
having some Me Time. Mum didn’t do Me Time. A
full-time
carer for a disabled husband and two primary school-aged children
(one of whom – yours truly – also had a chronic illness
of her own), she never went anywhere without us. . . .
The Hippo StoryMichaya Marsh © Copyright 2021 by Michaya Marsh |
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My
whole life, I have felt intense connections with animals of all
types. For hours I would perch on the windowsill to watch and
identify the gold finches and black-capped chickadees. If my parents
ever lost me, they knew to look outside and find me following a snake
or holding a newt. I would wander with the wild hares in Western
Washington forests and wade in the icy Pacific ocean to catch a
glimpse of the sharks in the waves. My mother quickly called me back
out, much to my chagrin. An unquenchable curiosity for all forms of
life has filled my whole being for as long as I can remember. . . .
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A Regular Guest in the Guest House Janis Boguzs © Copyright 2021 by Janis Boguzs |
 Photo by Tadeusz Lakota on Unsplash |
I
adore being close to nature, to get away from the city's rush.
Thereby I choose to go to one guest house, owned by my friends and
located in the middle of a national park. There can be enjoyed
everything there: relaxation beside the sea, late evenings under the
stars, all spectre of flora and fauna of nearby forest and the guest
house yard itself. . . .
Caught It For My FatherEllen Urowitz © Copyright 2021 by Ellen Urowitz |
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About twenty years ago. My father was still alive. I don't remember how old. He must have
been fifty five ish. Still working everyday. Never packing a lunch
Always going out for morning coffee afternoon coffee.
I'm sure he's been drinking regular. That's four dollars a day times five.
Wondering why he's short on money. Thank goodness I'm working so I can help out. . . .
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Seven Hundred on the PlanetBettina Gantsweg © Copyright 2021 by Bettina Gantsweg |
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Muggy, hot, sticky. Our
group of seven stood at the base of the mountain while bugs swarmed
biting naked skin. Excitement stirred within, waiting, waiting to see
them. . . .
So Close I Could Hear It BreathingLisa Reily © Copyright 2021 by Lisa Reily |
 Nilgiri langur - photo by the author |
This
is a story about a trip my partner, Ion, and I took to Thekkady,
India, to see the beauty and wildlife in Periyar National Park, but
we found that nature came to us instead. . . .
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My Dad Was A SmokerLew Goddard © Copyright 2021 by Lew Goddard |
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He sat in a high backed wooden chair that
creaked with
the slightest move after dinner. Tobacco, in those days was
available in packed layers of leaves and fashioned much like a
cigarette package and to keep it fresh it was wrapped in cellophane.
After carefully cutting the plug into small portions that fit in his
pipe, he reached into his front right pocket and extracted a brass
colored bullet shaped lighter. The top was removed and with a flick
of his calloused thumb it burst into flame. It had to be tipped at
just the right angle so it caught the tobacco on fire but he didn’t
burn his thumb. The lighter was restored to his pocket. . . .
The Scent of Tiny FlowersPamella Laird © Copyright 2021 by Pamella Laird |
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This
story was
told to me in the 1950’s by an aunt and uncle who lived in
Chertsey, Surrey, UK. I
did actually
meet the couple who were close friends of my relatives. Apart
from the
horrors and romance of their story I remember particularly how
anxious they were that they would care for the
dinner dishes
to make sure nothing was broken of their now treasured possessions. . . .
The Apple of My EyeLois Liu © Copyright 2021 by Lois Liu |
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. . . .I
shot up from my limp state and groggily sat up in bed. While rubbing
my pink-tinted hand, I let out a deep yawn. I blinked a few times, as
though I was in an unconscious state. Staring out the window of our
New York apartment, the branches swished around as the wind
anonymously wailed to anyone who listened. The weather outside was
like someone who just finished crying, leaving everything in a mess. . . .
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The Lost ProphecyDivine Walker © Copyright 2021 byDivine Walker |
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He feels a slight
tingling touch on his face as if someone is tickling with a
shuddering hand. The shivering cold causes the frost to bite on his
feet and hands. He could feel the tingling cold as soon as he woke
up. There is a man standing in front of him with a hunching back. . . .
The SenatorRonald Keely © Copyright 2021 by Ronald Keely |
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Richard
Blunt prefers to be called Rick. He’s a simple man and lives a
simple life and he is, for the most part, content. He’s average
height, but he weighs two hundred forty pounds and muscular. He
regularly lifts weights and exercises his abs and core. He has a
graying beard and his balding head is usually covered with a hat.
Around town Rick is known as grumpy and anti-social. He doesn’t
have a glowing smiling face because he doesn’t see anything to
smile about, but he’s not necessarily grumpy, he just doesn’t
like people that much. . . .
Into The Lion's DenMarjorie Keyantash © Copyright 2021 by Marjorie Keyantash |
 Photo © by Wilson Chen |
. . . .“Just
stay calm…stay calm,” I kept telling myself as my heart
beat out of my chest. I knew what I was supposed to
do. From
my years of studying big cats I knew the proper protocol for what to
do when encountering a mountain lion but I had never had to put it to
the test... until now. . . .
Not PerfectEileen T. Flaherty © Copyright 2021 by Eileen T. Flaherty |
 Claudio Schwarz @purzlbaum |
Today
and most days when I think about the holidays, whether it is
Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter or the 4th of
July, it
brings me such joy and makes me smile. We, the Flaherty family, were
a small bunch with just the four of us, my mom, dad, brother and me,
until my nephews were born. . . .
SustenanceChristinia Robertson © Copyright 2021 by Christina Robertson |
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For
that one moment, we were all saved.
I pulled up to the curb and saw my neighbor standing, wrapped in a sweater, outside her house. “Thank god you’re home”, she called as I got out of the car. “I need help.” . . .
I pulled up to the curb and saw my neighbor standing, wrapped in a sweater, outside her house. “Thank god you’re home”, she called as I got out of the car. “I need help.” . . .
CoogCiaran Doran © Copyright 2021 by Ciaran Doran |
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. . . .A
rainy Sunday we headed into the woods after elk. The leaves were down
for the year, creating a rustling red and gold carpet so anything
within half a mile could hear us coming. Predators would pick us up
too if they got downwind. Coyotes are sensitive. A lot of people say
there are no wolves left in Missouri but I’ve seen plenty. They
might not roam in packs but nomads do cross the state border pretty
often. What’s a line on a map to a wolf?
Mountain lions are the rarest of all in the Ozarks. There’ve only been sixty sightings in the past twenty years. That amounts to a mere handful at any time. Since deer are plentiful the cougars don’t go hungry. It’s illegal to kill them though unless they’re directly attacking livestock or a person. . . .
Mountain lions are the rarest of all in the Ozarks. There’ve only been sixty sightings in the past twenty years. That amounts to a mere handful at any time. Since deer are plentiful the cougars don’t go hungry. It’s illegal to kill them though unless they’re directly attacking livestock or a person. . . .
Our Owl FriendKay DiVerde © Copyright 2021 by Kay DiVerde |
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We
were fortunate to have a baby Great Horned Owl who lived in our
suburban yard for several weeks. The little guy seemed to find some
comfort having us around, and we admired his majestic beauty. . . .
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Country Living James L. Cowles © Copyright 2021 by James L. Cowles |
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When a young boy, I remember the
shock of seeing my Aunt Annie's house lit only by coal oil
lamps.
I had never seen such a thing and as I recall, there were only two
lamps, requiring a person to carry a lamp from room to room where
light was needed. How could this be, I wondered? We
were
from The City of Louisville, where everyone had electricity, but less
than one hundred miles from home, my country relatives were not as
privileged. . . .
The RaptorAbram Gabriel © Copyright 2021 by Abram Gabriel |
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Good
things that happened this past year of infamy. 2020
will
be pivotal just like 1929 or the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Or like the
Truman years or 1918 or 1945. Those years will
always be
associated with certain images in my brain. I wonder
if
they are for everyone? . . .
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Courageous and Coping in a Time of CrisisDiane McLeish © Copyright 2021 by Diane McLeish |
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. . . . I
decided to explore the challenges facing a small establishment on
Lamu Island lying off Kenya’s north coast. It had recently
changed hands and despite being closed to visitors and having no idea
of what the future of travel will be, the young managers have been
determined to bring the charming but jaded little hotel back to life.
Whilst pondering the obstacles they face, I also learnt of the
intriguing history of the architect and previous owner of this
tranquil little Swahili retreat. . . .
Salt Water, Milk, and a Jaguar CubValerie Anne Burns © Copyright 2021 by Valerie Anne Burnes |
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Key Biscayne holds my fondest memories as a
teenager
during the carefree high school days when I had close friends, and a
boyfriend. It gave me a connection I hadn’t felt during
childhood, and a big part of it was being surrounded by balmy beauty....
Michael Manley- Jamaica's Radical Prime Minister and Non-Aligned Nations ProtagonistLegacy of Democratic Socialism and Solidarity With Black AfricaWinston Donald © Copyright 2021 by Winston Donald |
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Last
week Cabinet members for the new Jamaican Conservative government of
Prime Minister Andrew Holness was rolled out. The new government will
shape and promote polices that befits the economic and social
objectives of a debt ridden island state for the next five years. It
is the first time that a conservative government has upstaged the
Social democratic party, the Peoples National Party, the party that
was led by Democratic and Fabian Socialist firebrand Michael Manley
who is now turning in his grave at the massive loss at the polls of the
People’s National Party of the island nation of Jamaica
and its failure to even secure one third of the seats of
parliament. . . .
Pie FirstThe Second Course is Observing Abundant Wildlife in Startling Shapes and SizesMarcia McGreevy Lewis © Copyright 2021 by Marcia McGreevy Lewis |
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A determination to
scout out the best Key lime pie in Florida morphed into a rewarding
quest to observe wildlife I’d never encountered before. This
unexpected experience became a double delight. . . .
My Snail Hunting AdventureChukwuebuka C. Oguocha © Copyright 2021 by Chukwuebuka C. Oguocha |
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The
nature, and physical qualities of some creatures can be so deceptive;
therefore, making us not to believe that there are more to what they
are, and what they can do, than what we originally knew them for.
This is the case of some underrated animals, like the snails. . . .
The Unfortunate HawkChukwuebuka C. Oguocha © Copyright 2021 by Chukwuebuka C. Oguocha |
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Who
would have thought that a predatory creature that maintains a very
far distance altitude in the sky, a raptor whose normal routine is to
soar higher even above the tallest trees could be caught with bare
hands without the aid of traps, or struck with any sort of weapon
specifically designed for it’s hunt? . . .
Critters: Part One and Part TwoJan Callner © Copyright 2021 by Jan Callner |
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A
dollop of peanut butter, check. A monster of a rat trap – two
heavy-duty jaws that snap with heavy-duty force – check. The
spot on the deck where evidence of animal traffickery has been noted,
check.
Somebody
or something has been nibbling my succulents. Droppings and nut
shells litter the space behind the recycling bin. Last year I trapped
six fruit rats after discovering one lounging in the grease pan of
the grill. I can handle nibbled succulents, but a rat in my grill is
intolerable. . . .
A Youth Called BrownskinThe Story of a Troubled Jamaican Adolescent Influenced by the Hard Social Conditions of the Late 1970's to Early 1980'sWinston Donald © Copyright 2021 by Winston Donald |
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Gloom
and sorrow shrouded the chilly air of the February 1981 morn. The
shrubbery wet from the overnight dew , the tall Weeping Willows and
lush Guinea grass that lined the roadway to the old Spanish mortar and
limestone Baptist church created an idyllic yet somber atmosphere that
complemented the majestic structure perched loftily on the apex of the
Dry
Harbour Mountains in St. Ann, Jamaica. As I climbed the hill to
this rural church positioned like the last outpost in the American
mountainous west , I became overwhelmed with grief and pulled a white
cotton handkerchief from my inner tweed jacket
pocket , then mopped my sodden eyes lamenting the loss of a
needy but adventurous adolescent friend. . . .
ElusiveDiane McLeish © Copyright 2021 by Diane McLeish |
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This
is a story of my
encounter and the search for an elusive and very difficult to find
wild animal called the Sitatunga antelope in a remote seldom visited
national park in Kenya. . . .
More...
| Our Reason To Add An Animal Member To Our Family
An Animal Will Teach Respect and Love and also Bring Protection and Joy To Your Family! James K. Aumak © Copyright 2021 by James K. Aumak |
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| Party
Crashers Desiree Kendrick © Copyright 2021 by Desiree Kendrick |
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This is an account of me landing in a foreign land, where wildlife and ‘party crashers’ shocked my teenage inexperience. Come along for the ride.
On the tarmac, hot
air rammed its way past the passengers and assaulted my face.
Discordant voices, transcontinental and indecipherable ricocheted off
the airport walls. I understood nothing except the gestures of
airport security. The Customs check-in line was like herding cattle
to slaughter. . . .
I Nearly Called My Baby RobinRachel Allen © Copyright 2021 by Rachel Allen |
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The
late February sunshine was stubbornly pushing through the clouds,
blazing low in the sky and threatening to blind Graeme as he drove us
through the sweeping Brecon Beacons. He’d done his research
before we came, and found a walk that promised to be an easy to
moderate route through the woods, taking in no fewer than four
waterfalls. It sounded like just what we needed, a good dose of
nature to shake us up and blow away the cobwebs. . . .
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Nature's PathChristine Law © Copyright 2021 by Christine Law |
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My
early childhood memories come from the age of seven. When the family
decided to up sticks moving from Dudley an industrial Black country
town to Kingswinford. Kingswinford, a small village on the outskirts
of the towns, Wolverhampton, Stourbridge and Dudley. It meant that
you had the best of both. Rural and town life style. . . .
Reynard FoxChristine Law © Copyright 2021 by Christine Law |
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Two in the BushSam Smith © Copyright 2021 by Sam Smith |
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It was a sunny day in late
April. My sister was at after-school swim practice, and I’d
made a new friend. . . .
My Children and Other AnimalsAlex Byrd Jones © Copyright 2021 by Alex Byrd Jones |
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Here
in Italy, where I live with my family, the cockroaches are small and
crafty things. You almost never see them. They stay well out of
sight, and their only desire is to be left alone with those
microscopic fragments of Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese that they might
be so lucky to gather here or there. I mean, who could blame them? . . .
| Serendipity Karen Radford Treanor
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A
nice older couple stopped at my stall at a recent “Trash and
Treasure” market in Margate, Tasmania. The man was carrying a
block-mounted poster which caught my eye. It was a large
semi-abstract floral with the logo of the Museum of Fine Arts in
Boston across the lower margin. . . .
The Same, But DifferentZahra Dot © Copyright 2021 by Zahra Dot |
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When I say that I live in South Africa many people have images of me living among wild animals and having lions in my backyard. This is not in any way true. Wild animals and humans are, for the most part, separate.
But
there are occasions
when these two species are allowed to interact. There are several
game reserves and farms where these animals are kept and some even
allow limited interaction. This is a story of my interaction with one
of these wild creatures....
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Be Eager But Never Forget The WarningE. L.Teddy © Copyright 2021 by E. L. Teddy |
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. . . .I
was 18 years old and I grew to love pastoral life which I grew to find
myself with passion. I was so interested in hunting and so I troubled
Dad until he educated me on how to use the gun which I understood
faster than expected because it was in the blood to know. . . .
Christmas YokesNnadi Samuel © Copyright 2021 by Nnadi Samuel |
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Winter
comes grey & dusty, like another vagabond experiencing it's
hangover on Lagos' belly. Every harmattan finds December eating weird
dishes in my head & other Christian homes left in my body.
Whatever goes into them becomes a fellowship— a wild synagogue
of shrimps hailing a boy not so full of grace. . . .
A Stranger From A Strange LandKelly Maida © Copyright 2021 by Kelly Maida |
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Did
you ever feel different than others? When I was a child I played with
lucky rabbits feet and I had lucky charms. My favorite books were on
witches and magic. I was also highly intuitive and guessed things
about people correctly. I had no idea that I was an empath when I was
a child. People around me when I was growing up did not understand
why I was so sensitive. People could not understand why we were so
different. . . .
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Valerie Byron
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Today I learned that
my older brother, Dr. Alan Byron, is seriously ill in hospital on the
Isle of Wight in England. He is eight years older than me and
we have never lived together. As children, he was sent away
to
boarding school and only came home occasionally on holidays.
When I was twelve and he was twenty, my mother and I immigrated to
California and my brother stayed in the UK, having joined the
army. . . .
A Saltmarsh Sparrow Named SalSusmita Ramani © Copyright 2021 by Susmita Ramani |
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For
five years, I lived and worked as a lawyer in New York City. In 2003,
I took off a few months between jobs, lived on savings, and roamed
around the city. Every day, I woke up in my high rise one-bedroom
apartment on 34th Street and 9th Ave. with a view of boats on the
Hudson, kissed my cats (Max and Oscar) bye for the day, went down the
elevator, chatted with the building’s doorman, Lee, then
wandered the city with one or more of my many friends who had the
flexibility to hang out at random times (who were otherwise actors,
dancers, personal trainers, restaurant staff, college students, and
so on). . . .
A Tale of Natures AchievementAnna Boyle © Copyright 2021 by Anna Boyle |
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The
day in question was special. A happy day. Jack was home. Back where
he belonged.
Jack had been with us for about six weeks. We had been looking after him. He wasn’t well when he came to us. He also came without a name, so we had to give him an identity. After a couple of days, he was named Jack. His gender was in question too – he could even have been a Jacqueline. But for the purposes of discussions about him at the time, and for this story Jack is ‘he’. Jack was a magpie. . . .
1968 - A Very Bad YearJames Quinn © Copyright 2021 by James Quinn |
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My
name is Jim, and I want to tell you about a very bad year for my
family. I am the youngest of seven
children. Five boys, and two girls. I was seven years old. Let’s
not forget our busy loving parents, trying their best to keep our
little boat from sinking....
| Easter Sundays in New Market When I Was a Girl Cathy B. Bridges © Copyright 2021 by Cathy B. Bridges |
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One
sunny Fall Saturday afternoon approximately 10 years ago, my husband
and I took our little granddaughter to visit her great-great-great
grandparents' old home place. It was a beautiful day to enjoy being
outdoors, and childhood memories flooded my mind as we came up the
long driveway that ran along the side of a steep drop off. That
reminds me of the day my grandfather scared me when he backed up his
car too close to the edge. My brother and I were in the car with him,
and I just knew we were about to go sailing off into the trees. . . .
| Covid-19 or Not? Cathy B. Bridges © Copyright 2021 by Cathy B. Bridges |
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One morning in November 2020, my husband and I left the house with the intention of going to Publix to get our flu shots and receive a Publix gift card for doing so. There had been road work in the area for a long time and the morning traffic stretched across the bridge that day. Making a quick decision, we decided to turn around and go back to a nearby pharmacy to get our flu shots. We had gone to that same pharmacy for our shots in 2019.
After
receiving our flu shots, and I got a pneumonia shot also, we went on
back home. Later that night before going to bed my husband and I both
felt achy all over like we would with the flu, but we did not think
much about it. Neither of us have ever had a reaction to flu shots
before, and we get them each year. . . .
Coviditis DiaryPaddy Tanton © Copyright 2021 by Paddy Tanton |
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I have been keeping a diary since
April 2020 entitled ‘Coviditis’ and am sending in four of
the weekly entries –
two
from spring to summer and two from winter to spring, each involving
encounters with wildlife. . . .
The Hawk and the HareChristine Stevenson © Copyright 2021 by Christine Stevenson |
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This story is 100% truth. It was a once in a
lifetime moment between me and my overly-active-with-wildlife
neighborhood. Large birds from hawks to buzzards hung around my home
in South Carolina. It never bothered me until it had a reason to. . . .
No FishingCaroline Travis © Copyright 2021 by Caroline Travis |
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“I
think that’s an osprey,” said Paul, staring ahead into
the distance of the deserted coast.
I scanned the sky, but could only see gulls.
I scanned the sky, but could only see gulls.
“There!”
said Paul, pointing. When his prize failed to register, he spooned
himself in behind me, and with his chin on my shoulder, and his cheek
touching mine, he repositioned his finger. “There!”. . .
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Rocking Chair Ruth Truman © Copyright 2021 by Ruth Truman |
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“Granddad,” I called, “It’s time
for the Red River Valley Boys! Hurry!”
I turned on the prized console radio and pushed the rocking chair next to it, then ran to wake up my grandfather, still in bed recovering from working all night on the railroad. It was WWII and he was an inspector, keeping the trains running so the soldiers could get to their assignments. It was an important job. . . .
I turned on the prized console radio and pushed the rocking chair next to it, then ran to wake up my grandfather, still in bed recovering from working all night on the railroad. It was WWII and he was an inspector, keeping the trains running so the soldiers could get to their assignments. It was an important job. . . .
Albert Einstein and his InventionPrakash Rawal © Copyright 2021 by Prakash Rawal |
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Albert
Einstein was born on March 14 , 1879 in UIM,
Germany. He was not talkative in his childhood, and
until
the three , he didn't talk much . He spent his teenage years in
Munich, where his family had an electric equipme business. As a
teenager, he was interested in nature and showed a high level
of ability in mathematics and physics. . . .
Wael's Barber ShopAlan Herman © Copyright 2021 by Alan Herman |
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Wael's barber shop is in the Muristan District of the Christian Quarter in the Old City of Jerusalem. Wael is a Moslem yet he chose to place his barber shop outside the Moslem Quarter, a good business decision.
You
see his shop is close to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher and he gets
heads to reformat among the many visitors to this site, as well as
among other visitors, and residents of all the quarters. . . .
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Angel GirlRich Courage © Copyright 2021 by Rich Courage |
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There
was this shy yet fiery seventeen year old girl named Liza. Her hair
and heart were aflame, free, full, delicate and true. A quiet girl,
she expressed herself in art and poetry. Breathtakingly beautiful
watercolors and moving words. And I loved her completely for one
magical day in nineteen seventy nine. It was the best, most honest,
happiest day of my life. Why just a day? I’ll tell you. . . .
Her Voice on the Train to MilanAlan Herman © Copyright 2021 by Alan Herman |
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It
was a chilly October after midnight morning. I had walked from my
hotel laden with suitcase and backpack through dark streets and
across a highway before being welcomed by the lit, warm and quiet
waiting room of the Verona railroad station. Only a few people were
waiting for the rare east- or west-bound train. . . .
The House That Nature TookChristine Hand © Copyright 2020 by Christine Hand |
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Here,
in this leafy suburb of Queensland is the house that we decided would
be our forever home. Surrounded by large trees and shrubs, it
provides us with the seclusion we desire together with the nearness
to all amenities and the city centre. We share it with the local
wildlife, crows, bats as large as unfurled umbrellas, the laughing
kookaburras, magpies and rainforest birds nesting on the large trees
and the miner birds, blue-faced honeyeaters, rainbow lorikeets,
peewits and butcher birds on the smaller shrubs. Brush turkeys and
blue-tongued lizards rummage and ransack the garden while the smaller
garden lizards do comparatively little damage. By nightfall, the
possums emerge, some carrying their babies on their back, nipping
lithely from branch to branch and stealing the show for us all. At
first, they are wary of our colony of six cats, then they decide that
as fellow mammals they are part of the larger family. . . .
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NanghalaFrancine van den Berg © Copyright 2020 by Francine van den Berg |
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Nanghala
is never far from my mind. After all, I owe her my life. If the old
girl is still alive, I hope she will owe me hers one day.
I
met Nanghala in the Eastern Cape. She was a star in an amusement
park. She put up a show for visitors three times a day, and in
between her stage commitments she would take visitors around the
premises. . . .
The FatigueJay Liu © Copyright 2021 by Jay Liu |
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Ever
since Connie Owens disappeared from the world with a noose on her
neck, a perverse sense of guilt and shame settled over me. It wasn’t
like I was that close to her or anything, as she had always been that
wayward girl sulking in the corner, biting her nails, but on that
fateful day in April I had felt it: a sick constricting feeling over
my heart, as if someone had grabbed and squeezed it hard. . . .
The Suicidal Pigeons of the I-80Fernando A. Torres © Copyright 2020 by Fernando A. Torres |
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Is
it a Russian roulette of the air? a macabre air race?
The thing is that in
an act that looks
like suicide, pigeons of all color and
sizes fly off
parallel to the busy freeway to violently died by the speeding
cars in a spectacular explosion of feathers. . . .
| A
Child's Prayer with a Side
Order of Peas Desiree Kendrick © Copyright 2021 by Desiree Kendrick |
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When
I was barely five, I landed in the hospital with pneumonia. As a
child, I didn’t have any concept of how concerned my parents
were about my health. I was very ill. Although my parents and older
siblings filled me in later about details of this event, my memories
are simpler. This is what I remember from a child’s sightline. . . .
Birthdays Behind Bars: Inside the Juvenile Justice SystemStephanie Wilder © Copyright 2021 by Stephanie Wilder |
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After
a career of teaching students in prep schools, I longed for a career
change. Chance took me to the Juvenile Justice System and I got a job
in a juvie facility for teenaged juvenile delinquents. It was indeed
a career change, and it was an opportunity for me to step out of my
world of privilege and I learned much more than my students did. . . .
Severe Weather ReportsPavel Filatov © Copyright 2021 by Pavel Filatov |
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For Norman, life had always been somewhat complicated. There had always been one thing or another which prevented him from achieving what he wanted, and no matter how hard he tried, he always seemed to fail. You see, there are two things you should know about Norman. The first is that his whole life he’d dreamt of becoming a weatherman. The allure of standing in front of that green screen, letting the country know about the latest and most important weather conditions was overwhelming for Norman, and he did little else but develop his oratory abilities. The second is that ever since he could remember, Norman hadn’t just been Norman. At no one time did he realize this, but Norman had three very distinct personalities. Obviously, jolly, weather-loving Norman was one of them, and perhaps even the main one. The second liked to call himself Emilio. . . .
PaterPavel Filatov © Copyright 2021 by Pavel Filatov |
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The man slowly
staggered towards the door. The house was large, with intricate
designs from the gothic era engraved onto its exterior. Judging by
the figure of Jesus with arms spread wide hanging above the door; the
man thought that this was a monastery of sorts, a house of God. Even
before he looked, he somehow knew that there would be no bell; it was
a very old looking house, from a time before such things existed. . . .
Sunday MorningLew Goddard © Copyright 2021 by Lew Goddard |
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Leaving
his home he stepped onto the cinder and gravel mixed surface of the
three block street where he lived with his parents. The air was warm
and dry at nine o’clock this July morning contributing to a
crackling sound as he continued to walk. There were no sidewalks in
this area south of the Western Pacific railway that was parallel to
the street... At a point about 30 yards from home he turned to a path
leading through the eight foot high slab fence that separated the
activity created in the area of the grain elevators and coal bins
beside the railway. Two slabs had mysteriously disappeared at some
time allowing a shortcut to the down town region. . . .
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Ode to Gleeville - The Town
That Defied Literature or, The Hamlet That Could Outdo "Hamlet" or, The Story of Gleeville - A Story Without Conflict Emmet Kelley © Copyright 2021 by Emmet Kelley |
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. . . . In
normal society, the yes-man is an object of disdain , if
not of
ridicule and vilification, from
“the
William Whyte organization man” to the blindly loyal
supporters of autocrats like Donald Trump. But in
Gleeville, a
small town located somewhere in Middle America, the yes-man would fit
right in and, indeed, even blossom. For in
Gleeville, there
was the
community-wide agreement of
the general rule of law
of “
agreeing not to disagree”. . . .
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Of the Holy Spirit, and Elvis
Carl Winderl © Copyright 2021 by Carl Winderl |
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Everyone has an “Elvis & me” story, or so it seems. Especially in these glory days of the woeful by-gone past.
And, I have one, too.
Only mine, in the parlance of about every other movie these days, is based on true events. . . .
Self-fulfilling Prophecy and Maria RitterBonnie Crandall © Copyright 2020 by Bonnie Crandall |
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Here
she came
again. Every Sunday she came like clockwork. She was probably in
her late sixties, early seventies, under five feet tall, a little
round gnome-like person with rough hands, her silver hair pulled back
into a severe knotted bun at the nape of her neck with a lined face
that spoke of a hard lived life. She spoke with a heavy German
accent, and she was closing in for the "kill.". . .
Surviving a Brother's SuicideWinston Wight Introduction by David Wight © Copyright 2021 by Winston Wight |
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At
age 18, my elder son Rion enrolled in Cornell University’s
School of Architecture with a future full of promise. At age 22, he
committed suicide. This story is primarily a letter written
by his surviving brother
Winston depicting Winston’s search for
resolution, healing, and new meaning following his Rion’s
death. . . .
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ClosureDavid Wight © Copyright 2021 by David Wight |
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In
1955, my mother was stricken with polio and hospitalized for a year.
I was only four years old at the time and couldn’t grasp how
much her illness and disability would impact my entire family and her
for the rest of our lives. In 1996, my mother was stricken again,
this time with post-polio syndrome. . . .
The Kangaroo and the PocketLinda A. Dougherty © Copyright 2021 by Linda A. Dougherty |
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In
early May 2018, my life circled in the same holding pattern as it had
been since I was diagnosed in October 2015 with follicular type of
Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I was exercising, eating a careful
diet and taking natural supplements to boost my immune system. Every
day I went into a local middle school where I work as a one to
one special education aide. Every six months I saw the oncologist,
had blood work drawn and we hoped it would stay that way or a miracle
would happen. Cancer steals your life in unexpected ways even before
it kills, or almost kills you. But, you learn to live with new
rhythms in your life.
That warm spring, my special needs student and I were busy reading books about Australia because that what the seventh grade geography class was studying. We read about koalas, wallabies and kangaroos. He was especially fascinated by how tiny newborn kangaroos, the size of a bean, crawl up their mothers fur after birth and nestle into their mother’s pocket for the next six or so months, growing larger and stronger while suckling their mother’s milk. . . .
That warm spring, my special needs student and I were busy reading books about Australia because that what the seventh grade geography class was studying. We read about koalas, wallabies and kangaroos. He was especially fascinated by how tiny newborn kangaroos, the size of a bean, crawl up their mothers fur after birth and nestle into their mother’s pocket for the next six or so months, growing larger and stronger while suckling their mother’s milk. . . .
Humor Is The Best MedicineLinda A. Dougherty © Copyright 2021 by Linda A. Dougherty |
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It
came packaged in my DNA direct from my dad, who I incidentally look
like, this dogged propensity to go to the mats to right wrongs. After
years of being the family bulldog, I’ve decided that I will
first try humor as in the old adage, “you catch more flies with
honey than vinegar." . . .
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The Weird Dichotomy
Shivaji K. Moitra
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Copyright 2021 by Shivaji K. Moitra
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India
has long been known as the land of Gods and spiritualism. For ages,
the mountains, hills and jungles of our country have been the abode
of numerous sages and sadhus who practiced penance and meditation in
the lap of nature to gain the knowledge of the Gods and to attain
spiritual powers. Some of the monks mentioned in the Hindu religious
scriptures and epics like Agastya muni, Viswamitra muni, Vasishtha
muni, Kapila muni and Valmiki were famed for their immense knowledge
and legendary spiritual powers. . . .
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The Summer Petey Bob Turned Fourteen
Paul Marion Fleetwood © Copyright 2021 by Paul Marion Fleetwood |
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Just in case the reader is not familiar with my stories; I am an old
retired Aerospace engineer writing true short stories of events that
happened in my life for the benefit of my great-great
grandchildren.
I want them to have some knowledge of their heritage and of old
Pawpaw Bob (that is what my kids and grandkids call me). My
real first name is Paul but I was nick-named Petey Bob growing
up. . . .
Babies, Bikes, and MothersMaureen Moynihan © Copyright 2021 by Maureen Moynihan |
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Ever
since I was strong enough to carry a baby on my hip without dropping
it on its head, I worked. Growing up, I watched the drama of money
play out in my own household. My father made most of the money, so he
dictated that we ate Toasted Oats instead of Cheerios and wore
sneakers without the Nike swoosh as they were a flagrant
demonstration of white collar commercialism. . . .
HiatalDon Shook © Copyright 2021 by Don Shook |
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The
flatbed truck braked, but still hit the small boy who had suddenly
appeared in the middle of the road. Fifty feet away, rose-trimmer
in one hand, three-month-old baby under the opposite arm, Dorothy
Ann turned at the sound of the squealing brakes and muffled bump. Her
eyes widened in horror as her two-year-old son flew through the
air, tiny arms flailing like a ruptured windmill before crashing onto
unforgiving asphalt. Dorothy Ann’s urgent scream failed. Her
heart stopped She stood paralyzed. The baby wailed.
This was my first experience with pain and injury. I can remember neither. . . .
More...| No, Not. . . Isabel
Bearman Bucher
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My Nonna Angela Irene Giana at age 15 |
I’m
an outdoor girl. In my earliest memories I’m wandering the
unknown reaches of the woods, remote shorelines and hollows
surrounding my home in Branford, Connecticut. Those were the days
when kids were booted outside and told to not come home till sunset. . . .
| Quail Hunting in Callahan Florida
Gordon Crenshaw © Copyright 2020 by Gordon Crenshaw |
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It was
the first week in January 2003 when GG joined his hunting buddies
Vince Stevens, Wayne Helms and Steve Billmyer in a big quail hunting
trip down in Callahan Florida. Callahan is about 10 miles from the
Georgia State Line on Highway I-95 just north of Jacksonville. . . .
The Gift of the Magi . . .KindaJohn Bourges © Copyright 2021 by John Bourges |
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They all stood outside O’Henry’s Steak House on 6th Avenue and 4th street, while one of the bartenders and one of the staff waitresses watched the owner lock up for the night.
“Have a good
night you two.” He said and sensing that their relationship had
grown over the weeks, left it at that, without further comment or
remark and headed home. . . .
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Susceptible OtherworldDon Shook © Copyright 2021 by Don Shook |
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Annie’s
call had not sounded desperate, just serious. “I’m
leaving the country and I may not return.”
Startled, Don could only manage a weak, “What? When?”
“No. Today. In a hour. I’m at the airport. Please, meet me here. I must say goodbye in person.” . . .