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The Worker

Maureen Moynihan

© Copyright 2020 by Maureen Moynihan

Photo of vintage Huffy girl's bike.

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 household. My father made most of the money so he dictated that we ate bowls of Toasted Oats instead of Cheerios. His power over family purchases was absolute and unquestioned. . . .



Kelly Maida

© Copyright 2020 by Kelly Maida

Photo of cartoon panel of Superwoman.

I grew up watching cartoons of superheros such as superwoman and wonder woman. I also grew up watching women work  to raise their family while maintaining a job. I always wanted to be like superwoman and be able to handle everything. . . .


Photo of a Lifetime--No Film

Eleanor Dorst

© Copyright 2020 by Eleanor Dorst

Photo by Zac Durant on Unsplash
                              Photo by Zac Durant on Unsplash

I am a Canadian woman, who is from the central prairies in Winnipeg, Canada. Winnipeg is a city “ smack dab” in the center of Canada. Population around three quarters of a million. Most Canadians live within an hour of the US border and we never venture much past that boundary especially to the far north. . . .



Frances C. Crenshaw
Sept. 5, 1997

© Copyright 2020 by Gordon Crenshaw
Photo of the church.

The Temple Church that was a large part of my life and the life of my family was on Lucy Road. A brick building set back
under the spreading branches of a tremendous oak tree that shaded part of the parking lot that wasn't paved at that time. . . .


First Flight

Sharon J. Morris

© Copyright 2020 by Sharon J. Morris

Photo of a baby bird.

This story takes place in Irian Jaya, Indonesia when I was in junior high.

My brother, Danny, announced at supper one evening, “I found a nest in the kasbi (cassava) patch with three small eggs in it.”

It was already getting dark, so I decided to wait until the next day to take a peek.

After breakfast, I took the binoculars to the kasbi patch. I found the nest and peeked inside. There were only two eggs! . . .


Red Casket

Susan Bludworth Newton

© Copyright 2020 by Susan Bludworth Newton


Photo of a red casket.

I want a red casket and I want it closed.

Wait, I am rushing ahead. Allow me to start with my credentials. I have attended well over 50 funerals to date. My mother had a large family, so dozens from that pool. She outlived almost everyone she knew, so there are a few more dozen. I worked at an ALS clinic, so eventually - every patient. Throw in a scattering of people more directly connected to me and it might be as high as 70. And yes, I keep count. In a large, Baptist, Texas family, this is not tragic, it’s braggin’ rights. . . .


The Red Rooftop

KC Chan Wing Haw

© Copyright 2020 by KC Chan Wing Haw

Photo of the red rooftop.

At night, darkness falls, natural orange patch of cirrus scatters across the wide abyss sky above the triangular shaped red rooftop and me. Almost every detail in and out of the buildings expresses its architectural history and cultural elements combine its effort to show me what heaven and hell mean. . . .


Royal Gorge: The First Annual Russell Towle Memorial Backpacking Trip into His Favorite Wilderness - the North Fork American River Paradise 

Tom McGuire

© Copyright 2020 by Tom McGuire

Photo of Russell Towle at Wabena Point.
                     Russell Towle at Wabena Point

This is an account of a backpacking journey to the bottom of the Sierra Nevada's Royal Gorge - a cleft in the earth two-thirds as deep as the Grand Canyon. The trip was an opportunity to honor Russell Towle, who was tragically killed in a freak accident the year prior. Russell was famous in the area for his extensive knowledge of Sierra Nevada wilderness, geology, botany and history. . . .


Bird Whisperer: Reflections on the Magnificent Otherness of Avian Beings

Tom McGuire

© Copyright 2020 by Tom McGuire

Photo of Lazuli Bunting.

This story grew out of a day camping on the river several years ago with friends, who noticed my bird-obsessed behavior over the course of several days, but desired a deeper explanation and a more nuanced context for my extreme love and passion for Mother Earth's most fascinating creations. . . .


On The Fence

Karen H. Curran


© Copyright 2020 by Karen H. Curran

Photo of a squirrel.

I got bit by a squirrel. That’s right. A squirrel.

How did I get close enough for that? I don’t typically feed wildlife, but this little animal had been hanging out on our back fence for months. It would sleep sometimes, stretched flat-out on its tummy, and looked so cute. I named it Little Squirrel even though there were often two of them on the fence. They looked exactly alike, interchangeable for me, so I called them both Little Squirrel. . . .


Special Sarah

Lew Goddard

© Copyright 2020 by Lew Goddard

Photo of little girl running.
                      Photo by Marjorie Bertrand on Unsplash

Thirty-two years ago, we were expecting our second grandchild. There isn’t much in this world that is so spellbinding to grand parents than the birth of a grand child. She was the first child our older daughter bore. She is Sarah. . . .





Steven Hunley


© Copyright 2020 by Steven Hunley


Photo of New York at night.                  

. . .Off we go and I’m all eyes out one window, while Barb is all eyes out the other. This is the first time we’ve been out at night, and it’s quite a display. What can you say about Manhattan? There are streets and buildings and people and more people and they’re all in a rush. Even at midnight somebody is out and about being busy. . . .


The Beach and the Bedpan

Dana Carpenter

© Copyright 2020 by Dana Carpenter

Photo of a woman in wheelchair at the beach.

Being in a wheelchair my whole life has led me into some peculiar situations! Some of the more outrageous ones I like to write out and share with friends. Enjoy! . . .


Take Me With You

KC Chan Wing Haw

© Copyright 2020 by KC Chan Wing Haw

Photo of Wilber and Charlotte from movie.
Kipliard Singh put his hands into his front vest pocket, reached in and took out a notebook. “Yes, Mr Gubert, I have been expecting you this morning.” Turning around and holding one of his hands out.
Gulbert’s wide open eyes did mean some surprise but after all the acclaimed Singh should often see this a routine more often than anything else at anytime of the day. He welcomed both his sudden appearance and shook it. . . .


The Ridges of the Mountains

Naiya Cartwright

© Copyright 2020 by Naiya Cartwright

Photo of Naiya and baby.

Welcome to one of my first pieces of writing. It has been an amazing time writing this story, which has brought back many memories that I wish to remember. My journey in writing started many years ago when I was a child where I developed this story being told here. This story gives an insight into what happened in my journey to seeing the Grand Canyon for the first time. . . .


Don't Say England and Camp in the Same Sentence

Linda A. Dougherty

© Copyright 2020 by Linda A. Dougherty

Photo of the R-4.

It was the best of vacations it was the worst of vacations- that summer of 1992 when we sardine-packed up our five and seven year old with a conglomerate of stuff into our tiny Renault-4. Optimistically, we put our cock-eyed trust in nine year old tin can on wheels to convey us safely almost two thousand miles up to England and then another two thousand miles back to our home in Marrakech. . . .


Learning About Legacy at the Tower of London

Ashley Weaver

© Copyright 2020 by Ashley Weaver

Photo of Ashley in London.

I was beyond ecstatic when I was finally able to visit the literal and figurative haunts of the country I had read and written about ever since I read “Diary of …” in the fourth grade. Prior to college and the foreboding reality of “becoming an adult”, I followed up on my flight-attendant aunt’s promise to take me anywhere in the world that I wanted to go after graduating from high school. These were the ten days that would shape my future as a historian, author, and eventual world-traveler. . . .


A Fond Camp Memory

Rachel Friedman

© Copyright 2020 by Rachel Friedman

Photo of Zaca Lake.

Here is an uplifting fact for all fellow campers out there: Just because your method of transportation breaks down doesn’t mean that your trip is ruined. I can attest to this personally based on a trip that I went on over ten years ago. When our bus broke down in the middle of a stream on the way to Zaca Lake. . . .


Of Half a Front Tooth and Sunrise on the Beach

Stacey Waithera

© Copyright 2020 by Stacey Waithera

Stacey with friends on the beach.

My friends and I had saved up for a trip to the coast which we were to take after our End of Year exams. Medical School is tough, and we needed to unwind after a long year. We were pretty beat after our final paper but also elated that we had a trip to make. . . .


Adventure in Mexico

Jenny Lee McGinn

© Copyright 2020 by Jenny Lee McGinn

Photo of welcome to Mexico sign.

Ever been to Mexico?

It was an unplanned, completely out of the blue side excursion a few years ago, and I am happy to say that we lived to tell the tale…otherwise, you wouldn’t be reading this. In fact, it is quite possible if events ended differently, the incident most likely would not have made any front page news, and certainly not in Mexico. . . .


Winning While Losing: Gambling in Thailand

Maggie Dickmann

© Copyright 2020 by Maggie Dickmann

Photo from Koh Tao, Thailand.

One of the best things about traveling is the opportunity to get to know cultures different from your own. However, as much as I enjoy experiencing a new culture, sometimes the stark differences from what I’m used to can become a little overwhelming. It was a religious difference that acted as a catalyst for my spontaneous jaunt into Thailand. . . .


Bad Experiences

Maggie Dickmann

© Copyright 2020 by Maggie Dickmann

Maggie in front of a marker.

Sunburnt, with my hair in salty sea braids, and my damp bathing suit soaking through my clothes, I stood outside the Malaga bus station last week and wondered, How did I let this happen? After all the traveling I’ve done in my life, how did I manage to get stranded less than 100 kilometers from my house?. . .


Sharing the Sinai

Karen Kish

© Copyright 2020 by Karen Kish

Karen and others.

This piece tells the story of our trip to Mt. Sinai during our three years teaching high school at the American International School in Egypt in Cairo. Because we were paying for our son’s college education at the time, and because our salaries in Cairo were very modest, our travel was limited to Egypt and Israel. Our Vermont friends were visiting us for two weeks at the time; it was their first trip outside of North America. Chaotic Cairo is quite the unusual introduction to foreign travel! . . .



Jeromy Wensley

© Copyright 2020 by Jeromy Wensley

Photo of a moos on the road.

My cell phone began ringing: “BBBRING---BBBRING---BBBRING.”

I snagged my cell-phone from the nearby kitchen table and said, "Hello."

A loud, electrified, slightly intoxicated Kyle responded, "Jeromy, I'm having a party at my place tonight; you should take a road trip home? It is going to be fun; besides that, it is only a few hours of driving.” . . .


A Visit To My Village

Ehiaga Benjamin Imhans

© Copyright 2020 by Ehiaga Benjamin Imhans

Photo of a Nigerian village.

This a story of one of my visits to the village, sometime in the year 1997. It was fun to get to meet loved ones who lived most, if not all their lives, in the village. . . .


The Skyscraper's Wonder

Kiyasu Oka

© Copyright 2020 by Kiyasu Oka

<span>Photo by <a href=";utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Rapeepat Rungruangsamrankun</a> on <a href=";utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></span>1.
Photo by Rapeepat Rungruangsamrankun on Unsplash

In the heart of Asia lies a multi-island country called Taiwan. Even though the main island of the country is so small, it features some of the world’s most fascinating achievements.

One of its stunning world achievements is the skyscraper known as TAIPEI 101. . . .


Our Lady of Lourdes Grotto, Baguio, Phillipines

Jhermayne Ubalde

© Copyright 2020 by Jhermayne Ubalde

Statue of Our Lady of Lourdes.

The words glowed in the night air, tiny sparks dancing behind my three year-old eyelids. It was light and dark all at once. It was shivering and it was heat. The scent of burning wax; my mother’s worry lines joining hands; a small wooden cross and a small wooden man with arms spread out in welcome. . . .

Ta Da: Look At Us!


Ellie S. Thomas   

© Copyright 2020 by  Ellie S. Thomas


Photo by Georgiana Simon on Unsplash
                                    Photo by Georgiana Simon on Unsplash

We had not been on vacation in years. Everyone else went on vacations, why couldnt we? Well, to begin with, the costs of transporting one's family were fairly prohibitive, AND then there would be problems designed to not suit everybody such as: where to go, for how long, someone to visit there, etc., etc., still , we decided to have a go at it. If we camped outside in the fresh air, AND if we ate in the same fresh air, everything should be fine, even in today's climate. One problem remained: we had no camping gear! . . .


Great Fun on the Truckee River

Tom Williams

© Copyright 2020 by Tom Williams

Raft on the Truckee River.

When we decided to spend a week in the Lake Tahoe area, my wife, Karen, immediately went to Trip Advisor to see what there was to do. And what did she land on? Truckee River Rafts! I reluctantly agreed to at least consider them. I am not a fan of getting wet, but I figured I could stand it, since she wanted to do it so badly. And when we saw the rafts peacefully floating along the river as we drove by on that first day, I said to myself, “Why not? How hard could it be?”. . .


The Little Rain Dancer

A Retold Tale of the Rainbow


Geary Smith

© Copyright 2020 by Geary Smith 


Photo of a little girl dancing in the rain.

Somer just loves to dance in the rain.

Just let one drop of rain fall and Somer is dancing.  She will dance in the puddles of rain.  She will dance in the front yard when it is raining.  She will dance at school when it is raining.  And, she will dance at the park when it is raining.  Somer just loves to dance in the rain. . . .


The Toast Atop Cullihan's Cairn

Charles T. Faulkner

© Copyright 2020 by
Charles T. Faulkner

Farranmacbride, Glencolumbkille, County Donegal

. . .After considerable effort we made it to the top of the hill, sweaty and tired. Then we saw our destination: a large rock cairn named after a Cullihan which Michael said we had to climb to complete our hike. This we did without a problem after what we had climbed just before. The views were awesome and we found an unsuspected artifact. Inside a plastic bag was an unopened half pint of Jameson whiskey and a note. . . .


Binsar - Land of the Green and Cold Virgin

Aditya Pratap Saha

© Copyright 2020 by Aditya Pratap Saha

Photo of a leapord.

Binsar, once the summer capital of the Chand kingdom that ruled the kumaons is located at an altitude of 2412 meters. It is a small town in Uttarakhand known for the snow-laden Himalayan peaks and shady dense forest. . . .


Land of Eagles

Kelly Keegan

© Copyright 2020 Kelly Keegan

Photo of a wake of red kites.

This piece is an exploration of reconciling my adventurous spirit with the dawning realisation of how ignorant I was to the exciting stories within my own country of birth, Wales, UK. . . .


The Beijing Journal

Deon Matzen

© Copyright 2020 by Deon Matzen

Photo of young people at summer palace.

Can a woman who is past middle age, and cancer survivor, who hasn’t had a television for thirty years and has never eaten at MacDonalds, uproot her rural lifestyle and move to Beijing to teach Western Culture and idiomatic English in the largest foreign language university in China? . . .


The Puke in Spain Stays Mainly in the Train (Station)
My Travel Insurance: A Too Tiny Dress and a Daughter Who Speaks Spanish

Anna Maria DiDio
© Copyright 2020 by Anna Maria DiDio

Photo of a Spanish beach.

My daughter finally graduated from college in August 2018. I said finally because the day before we were to leave for the ceremony, we were informed that she did not have enough credits to graduate. She would be able to walk with her class, but no diploma would be awarded until a statistics course was completed. . . .


The Brazzaville - Dubai Journey

Schadrac Junior Ondongo Bongo

© Copyright 2020 by 
Schadrac Junior Ondongo Bongo

Photo of Dubai skyline.

As someone said, life has real pleasure only when you know how to love it; savor it and take care of it. . . .


Running Inter-fear-ence on the California Russian River

Betty Disney

© Copyright 2020 by Betty Disney

Photo of Shan.

I do not have aquaphobia. I'm not afraid of water. Not in faucets, tubs, pools, streams, or lakes. You know…normal water. So when our daughter and her boyfriend suggested we go canoeing on the Russian River in Northern California, it sounded delightful. . . .


Chiloé Magic

Helene Munson

© Copyright 2019 by Helene Munson


Photo of Chiloe Island.

Had it been the tangy taste of the orange-colored sea urchins with fresh lime and cilantro, sold from a wooden harbor cart by a man with long, jet black hair, wearing a coarsely knit wool sweater? Or had it been the carefree frolicking of sea lions accompanying my boat passage across the Chacao Channel, that had seduced me? Or maybe it had been the Brujo Chilote himself, the sorcerer of Chiloé who had put a spell on me? . . .


The Night I Slept in a Hotel Lobby

Kelly Maida

© Copyright 2020 by Kelly Maida

Photo of woman sleeping in hotel lobby.

I will never forget the night I had traveled to New York city with my daughter Kaleigh. She was 20 years old at the time. And I was chosen to be a contestant on a new Television show called the best game show ever. I was nervous going to the city because of all of the traffic. I live in upstate New York but its practically farm land where I am from compared to the city. I booked us tickets for a bus and I did not reserve a hotel because I was told that I would only be there three hours tops so that would give me plenty of time. . . .


By Land and Sea

Marie Barski

© Copyright 2020 by Marie Barski

Photo of a Gaudi building in Barcelona.

It was late afternoon by the time we arrived at the port. I had never been to a port before. We were met by an imposing security gate and guards who meant business. Everything seemed formal and intimidating. There were cranes and ships and people in uniforms, and cars and people without uniforms, and big metal containers. Everyone moved quickly with purpose. We parked our car and walked a distance to meet the ship that would be our home for the next three weeks. . . .


Vacation Economical Any Time of Year:  Attend A Career Conference

Teddy K. Makarow

© Copyright 2020 by Teddy K. Makarow

Photo by Stephen Walker on Unsplash
                         Photo by Stephen Walker on Unsplash            

I’ve visited New Orleans three times-- once in the 80’s, once in the 90’s and once in the 2000’s, all before Katrina in 2005. Each time New Orleans was a destination for different reasons and each trip was lovely and exciting. I only wrote about one: the conference in 1991, not because it was the best but just because it was the only one I wrote about. So here it is: the way New Orleans was for me in 1991.
. . .


The Rain in Spain Did Not Stay on the Plain

Jeanette A. Fratto

© Copyright 2020 by Jeanette A. Fratto

Rain in Barcelona.

By the time our bus limped into the driveway of our hotel in Torremolinos, Spain it resembled a MASH unit rather than a tour bus of happy travelers. Almost half the occupants, including my husband, were in various stages of recovery from food poisoning, acquired the night before at our last hotel. . . .


East Meets West



Steven Hunley


© Copyright 2020 by Steven Hunley



Photo Bette Davis.
                    Bette Davis in "Of Human Bondage."

A few years ago, we went to Maui, hence...


High Noon Roundup and Branding: A Photographer in Search of his Heritage Through the Lens of his Camera

Alyn Robert Brereton, Ph.D.

© Copyright 2020 by Alyn Robert Brereton, Ph.D.

Alyn Robert Breretons work and the photographs mentioned below can be be viewed on his website at He can be contacted at his email address as follows:
This cowboy is about to rope the calf’s hind legs (heel) in order to help prepare the animal for branding.
This cowboy is about to rope the calf’s hind legs (heel) in order to help prepare the animal for branding.

A morning in the life of a California cattle rancher and his crew through photographs. . . .


Leopards of the Moon

Tom Mattson

© Copyright 2020 by Tom Mattson

Photo of Ammapurna in Nepal.

It is a first-person account of being in Nepal during the violent 2006 civil war when the King's brother massacred the King and the entire royal family to seize power in a Shakespearean bloodbath. The story is my journey to navigate through the civil war and finally escape into the Himalayas by climbing to Annapurna. . . .


Our Trip To Mentone, Alabama, High Atop Lookout Mountain

Cathy B. Bridges

© Copyright 2020 by Cathy B. Bridges

Photo of waterfall.

A few years ago, we took a trip to Mentone with our friends. Although we have lived in Alabama all our lives, there are so many places we have not visited. Mentone was one of those places, and I am glad we went. I booked a chalet at the Cloudmont Ski and Golf Resort, and we were all excited about going. We weren’t going to ski or play golf—just peace and relaxation for a few days. . . .


Just Squeaked Through
My Travels During COVID 19

Pamela Breves

© Copyright 2020 by Pamela Breves

Photo of cathedral cove in New Zealand.

I was fortunate enough to travel to the North Island of New Zealand recently! It was in early March so the Coronavirus hadn’t reached the pandemic stage, or at least to our knowledge, so two of my adult children and I took a chance to visit good friends and attend a wedding. . . .


The Right Place at the Wrong Time


James Sclater


© Copyright 2016 by  James Sclater


Photo of a premature baby in NICU.
. . .As I prepared to leave that morning, I spoke again to my wife about how sorry I was that she couldn’t go with me. She had chosen to remain close to home after having suffered two miscarriages in the past two years. She was then not quite six months pregnant and was trying to be very careful; travel for her was not on the table at that point. . . .



Tom Mattson

© Copyright 2020 by Tom Mattson

Photo of set net fishermen.

It was night. I was taking a ferry up the Inside Passage from Washington State to Alaska. I lay shivering on the deck of the ship, staring out at the black water and stars. I’d skimped on paying for an overpriced room aboard the ship, electing instead for the cheapest option available, which was sleeping outside on the concrete deck under the night sky. . . .


You Are Sitting On It

Francesca Battista

© Copyright 2020 by Francisca Battista

Photo of the river at Melborne.

This is a moment I shared with a lovely old couple of German immigrants during my solo trip across Australia. The memory of their house in the outskirts of Melbourne and their love story brings me a smile even after years. The facts are real, the name of the people have been changed. . . .


Wrong Turn At Rome

Sandra Atkins

© Copyright 2020 by Sandra Atkins

Photo of Mr. Lovcen.

Where are we?” I asked, surprisingly calm considering the news I had just received from my son, Kyle. Before he could respond, another question popped into my head. How does one land in the wrong country? We had flown out of Rome in route to the country of Montenegro. But we had just discovered that we had missed the mark. . . .


A Walk in the Park

Rosalie Robison

© Copyright 2020 by Rosalie Robison

Photo of a tree by Rosalie Robinson.
                Photo © by Rosalie Robison

As I walked through the snowy park down the winding path past black trees against a white background, I heard a door slam to my left. Glancing that way I saw a man medium height with a short black jacket and reddish brown mid length hair. I looked again. A strong resemblance set my mind working even though I had taken a break from writing to go for a walk. . . .


Rasputin Last Seen In Paris

Hank Nadler

© Copyright 2020 by Hank Nadler

Photo of Rasputin.

          While travel can be broadening, travelling alone can leave one feeling quite isolated. It was my first trip to Europe, and driving around the continent, the sights and cultural ambience lived up to expectations. However, except for the occasional hitchhikers, human contact was negligible. Having hitched a bit myself, I was open to young Americans thumbing rides. . . .


Under Siege
A Memoir of Conflict

Lance Mason

© Copyright 2020 by Lance Mason

Gunman and children.

This work recounts a visit I made to the Irish Republic and to Ulster in 1970 as the Troubles, ignited anew in 1969, were building toward Bloody Sunday and the years of turmoil to follow. I had met two young Irish lads in a London pub a few months before, and went to Ireland to fulfill a promise I had made to them, and one to my mother to visit the home of her long-dead parents. The memories persist. . . .


Dr. Perez

Schadrac Junior Ondongo Bongo

© Copyright 2020 by 
Schadrac Junior Ondongo Bongo

Photo of the author.

Javier Ernesto Perez Javier was a child passionate about medicine. Because he thought it was a noble profession, the most beautiful profession in the world he said. There is no more beautiful job than saving lives, and favoring the arrival of a human being on earth. . . .


Walking the Camino

Jack Karolewski

© Copyright 2020 by Jack Karolewski

Photo of Jack.                                 

The Way of St. James, also known as the Camino de Santiago, is a walking pilgrimage route that has been traveled by millions of people over the last 900 years. It begins in France and ends in northwest Spain at the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, where the remains of St. James the Apostle --- the patron saint of Spain --- are entombed. . . .


Florida Redemption

Jack Karolewski

© Copyright 2020 by Jack Karolewski

Photo by Atlas Green on Unsplash
                                  Photo by Atlas Green on Unsplash

It was a cold, snowy, miserable March in 1972. I was attending Northern Illinois University in DeKalb, IL. This college town is located about 65 miles west of Chicago, out among vast flat farmlands. Its historic claim to fame is the patented invention of barbed wire by a local, Joseph Glidden, in 1874. DeKalb is also known for its hybrid corn, whose universally-recognized logo is a golden ear of corn with two flying wings. All I wanted to do that gray and windy day was to fly down to sunny, warm Florida over our two-week Spring Break – specifically to see for myself the supposed non-stop college kid party scene in Ft. Lauderdale. . . .


The Train to Harare

Lance Mason

© Copyright 2020 by Lance Mason

Lance and rhino.

This work is a reflection on several trips I have made to Africa, but especially my first in 1988, as I was immigrating to New Zealand, and my second in 1998, on a short-notice visit when my long-time friend and college roommate was charges d'affaires (acting ambassador) following the Al Queda bombing of the US Embassy in Nairobi. I have tried to discuss the questions and challenges of post-colonial independence across Africa and across a spectrum of viewpoints, always aware that I am visitor with all the limits that implies. . . .



Rani Jayakumar

© Copyright 2020 by Rani Jayakumar

Village street in India.
Every few years, my family travels to India, particularly Chennai, where my parents grew up. It brings us a chance to reconnect with our heritage and help the children understand their own history and culture. On this particular trip, we spent just long enough to make note of the differences and similarities in ordinary life. . . .


Tales from a South American Stormdrain

Mike Plummer and Tim Foster

© Copyright 2020 by Mike Plummer and Tim foster


Photo by Ryk Porras on Unsplash
                                   Photo by Ryk Porras on Unsplash

A nauseating wave of emotional turmoil swept through me as I hesitantly queued to check in my oversized Karrimor rucksack at Heathrow airport. Here I was, a former junior sales assistant at John Lewis, with career prospects and opportunities that most young people in the early eighties could have only dreamt of, about to embark on an adventure of epic proportions. My plan was to travel around the world, starting off in South America. I felt that if I could survive South America, I could survive anywhere! . . .


Living in Bondage

Eberechukwu Obua

© Copyright 2020 by Eberechukwu Obua

Photo by niu niu on Unsplash
                               Photo by niu niu on Unsplash

Thunder will fire you.”

It’s a popular phrase here. Scientifically incorrect yet carrying the message of an imminent attack from the skies, perfectly.

Is it an insult? A curse upon the heads of my enemies? It’s a powerful polysemy. . . .


Scotland 2017

Gladys Swedak

© Copyright 2020 by Gladys Swedak


Photo of Scottish piper.

I’d been looking forward to this holiday for three years. We were finally on our way to Scotland. The flight I had booked had an eighteen hour layover in Toronto from 12:47 AM to 6pm the next night. We didn’t want to stay at the airport all that time so I went on line as I had for the other bookings I had made in Scotland. I chose an airbandb bed and breakfast and paid with my credit card. . . .


Get Packing

Pk Robbins Walzer

© Copyright 2020 by PK Robbins Walzer


Photo by Anete Lūsiņa on Unsplash
                                      Photo by Anete Lūsiņa on Unsplash

When it comes to tackling packing, I have a long way to go. I don’t mean that my destination is distant. I mean that my skill set is lacking in this department. . . .


Mezcal and Murallas

Ruscena Wiederholt

© Copyright 2020 Ruscena Wiederholt 


Photo of cut mezcal.

Our guide Dari poured a thin stream of liquid into a flimsy gourd cup and handed it to me. We were in a small cement shack, the maestro leaning casually against one of the barrels lining the wall. We were just another group of gringas, giggly ones at that. Like so many he’d seen before, vacationers, Spanish words sliding off our tongues in an awkward, anglophone way. Dari, in careful Spanish, had explained mezcal production all morning. . . .


Near Death in the Gila National Forest

Don Lubov

© Copyright 2020 by Don Lubov


Photo by Atlas Green on Unsplash.
                                 Photo by Atlas Green on Unsplash

So, here I am, waiting by the roadside for my first hitch. The weather is beautiful, and I’m feeling good. Good here means a mixture of fear and excitement. I’ve got 35 pounds of food and gear, and I’m ready to go. Hold on to your hat, that semi is slowing down. . . .


Where Are You Going, Poet?

Daniel de Culla

© Copyright 2020 by Daniel de Culla

Photo of Daniel.
           Photo: Isabel Gomez de Diego

With this bike that’s going nowhere, I’m going to take a walk through the streets of Ampuriabrava, Girona, where I’m spending a few days and, if its tires aren’t punctured, I’ll travel the world any other day. A World that normally has a lot to see and a lot to suffer; but little to gain. A World in the power of some greats, men and women, guarded by thugs, who consider us other lazy, homeless people. . . .


The Masked Bandit of Tygart Lake

Jenny Lee McGinn

© Copyright 2020 by Jenny Lee McGinn

Photo of raccoon on trash can.

A few years ago, we spent a fabulous weekend in rural West Virginia with longtime friends from Ohio. The four of us rented a beautiful cabin together at Tygart Lake State Park near the peak of autumn with full myriad colors beginning to flourish. The structure was small with a rustic feel, yet tastefully decorated with pictures of “lake life” wall hangings and comfortable living room furniture. . . .


Finding Answers in Traveling

Lauren Barrett

© Copyright 2020 by Lauren Barrett

Photo of Lauren.

Pulling up to our Airbnb, I affixed my sea bands to my wrists and did my best to ward off any further nausea. We were here, San Francisco, at the start of our California road trip with the theme being to capture the major league stadiums in our quest to see them all. And instead of jumping for joy at finally arriving at the destination of a much planned and carefully crafted trip, I was cursing the high heavens for being in the throes of morning sickness and food aversion thanks to a much unplanned and not carefully crafted pregnancy. . . .


Lady Thrill Seekers Wanted - Dare to 
Drive an 18-Wheeler

Daria J. Walsh

© Copyright 2020 Daria J. Walsh 


After my divorce in 2013, I thought long and hard about a "backup" plan in case I was ever laid off from my day job as a prospect researcher in the fundraising arena.  I wanted a challenge, and had also grown up next to a neighbor who owned his own flatbed truck and was an independent operator.  He was the spark and inspiration for my own interest in trucking, along with growing up with three brothers.  I loved learning to drive a truck. . . .


A 'Dam Good Time'

Aashana Daru

© Copyright 2020 Aashana Daru 

Photo of bandaged leg.

This is a very real incident that happened to my family and I; 'A 'Dam Good Time' is a short story about a summer vacation to Amsterdam, during which the strangest medical emergency occurs and everything that could go wrong, does. . . .


Divergent Generation X

Patricia Sukore

© Copyright 2020 by Patricia Sukore

The writer's children.

In the olden days, in Nigeria, when children were only supposed to be seen and not heard; their rights were withheld to the extent that their health suffered in effect. This write-up is meant to change the Nigerian narrative as regards "literally" upholding the rights of children. . . .


The Harz Mountains -
Witch Country in Germany


Eva Bell    

© Copyright 2020 by Eva Bell 


Photo of statue of Satan.

A German historian once said that witchcraft is as German as the Hitler phenomenon. Germany was the centre of witchcraft in the 16th and 17th centuries. Not many in the 21st Century would claim to believe in witchcraft. But The Harz Mountains still remain a popular tourist destination. . . .


The Long Trip

James L. Cowles

© Copyright 2020 by James L. Cowles

Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash.
                         Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash.

When he said I would need no training, that I, and for that matter, every human being is already trained, I became suspicious. I mean, I thought I would have to spend months in training, maybe over a year. That would certainly seem appropriate. Surely there would be lots of things to learn and then there was conditioning. I would have to be in perfect physical condition, wouldn't I? But, he said no; he said absolutely not! . . .


The Room That Leads Out There

Eunice Oladeji

© Copyright 2020 by Eunice Oladeji

Photo of Kenyan school girls.

Born into a Christian, missionary home, Eunice was barely five years old when she was strapped on a plane along with her sister and parents on their way to Kenya. So, yes, she has traveled outside of her hlme country, Nigeria but that was just for two years and that was a long time ago. However, the memories linger and she would like to share them. . . .


The Streets

Lew Goddard

© Copyright 2020 by Lew Goddard

Photo of a homeless person.

Snow had begun gathering on the mountain tops back in the first part of September, now in late October my job was finished for the season. During the summer I had spent most of my time at high elevations. Avenues for electrical transmission towers were being prepared and I worked in the forefront helping to clear the forest and anything else that could make it easier for the heavy equipment to install the towers. . . .


Sarah's Story


Valerie Byron


© Copyright 2020 by Valerie Byron    

Photo of Sarah.

This non-fiction account by my late mother, Sarah Byron,  was dictated to me.  It tells the story of her life and sexual awakening in the early 1900’s and her meeting, marriage and divorce with my father. . . .


Jacey Cameron in the Lost State of Franklin
(Excerpt from the book,)

Judith Nakken

© Copyright 2020 by Judith Nakken

Photo of book cover.

 Jacey Cameron is a twelve-year-old girl with a magic Celtic necklace that takes her back in time, to historical times or places little known in her 21st century. In this first book of a trilogy, she whisks timelessly to the almost-14th state of Franklin as Jane, a bond servant to Franklin’s governor. . . .Her adventure and what she learns serves Jacey well when she returns home. . . .



Cathy B. Bridges

© Copyright 2020 by Cathy B. Bridges

Photo of Albie.

All my life, I have had a pet. As a child, my pets were always dogs because my dad was a dog lover and I never had a cat because my parents did not like them. Being an animal lover, and a child, I was not picky and probably would have tried to make a pet out of a skunk if given a chance. . . .


1967 and the Hairpull Challenge

Betsy Shepardson

© Copyright 2020 by Betsy Shepardson

Two girls holding hands.

So, there’s this pressure it seems, to have girlfriends.  A woman must have lots of friends.  Or a best one.  Or a group. Or a gaggle.  Or a “meaningful sisterhood”. . . .


The Drayman

Lew Goddard

© Copyright 2020 by Lew Goddard

Photo of a dray.

My Father was a Drayman. As long as I can remember my Dad was a hardworking man.

According to Webster a dray is a low cart without sides used for carrying heavy loads. My Dad altered the definition by placing long planks embodied with twelve-inch metal steel bolts that were flattened with two bolts attached to the planks. These metal fasteners were inserted into appropriately located holes in the bed of the dray. In the event of a loose heavy load the one-foot sides kept the load from falling off. . . .


The Autumn Plague
(excerpt from the book)

Karen Radford Treanor 


© Copyright 2020  by Karen Radford Treanor

Photo of The Autumn Plague book cover.

Would you want to be the scientist who tells the President that 88% of the population will be dead in nine days?  John Callan is the man, and he has worse news to follow: even when the Nanjing Flu’s disease vector is identified, there’s not enough time left to stop it.

How Callan leaves his ivory tower and learns to live in the new and frightening real world is the theme of  “The Autumn Plague”. . . .



An excerpt from Ellie's new book, Seen from the Road

Ellie S. Thomas   

© Copyright 2020 by  Ellie S. Thomas



Photo of a girl holding blackberries.

(If you live where it gets sweltering hot in August, as I do in Nashville, Tennessee, and dream of the climate farther north, you'll enjoy this excerpt from Ellie Thomas's journal of a rural year at her home in the Adirondack Mountains of upper New York State. . . .Richard Loller, publisher.)

August 1 and hot again..we spent the day at the lake where it was blissfully cool. The flowers are all in bloom and little birds are lively there. A bit too lively, really because they decorated D's shirt so he had to go change. We left, reluctantly, at 4 p.m.

I found some elecampane in bloom this morning and picked one blossom. At first, I'd thought it was jerusalem artichoke but a study of the book showed my mistake. I picked a few more bluebells and something we always called wireweed but which I suspect is a member of the spirea family. . . .


Once Upon A Mountain

Linda A. Dougherty

© Copyright 2020 by Linda A. Dougherty

I learned many things during our five and a half years of living in Morocco, and perhaps my year and a half of living in a village in the Imlil Valley forty miles south of Marrakech taught me a valuable lesson- don’t take yourself too seriously. . . .


Physics Test

Jerry Crenshaw

© Copyright 2020 by Jerry Crenshaw

Photo of a test page.

Kent said. “Don’t say nothing when I’m concentrating”. I never had that problem myself.

I was Kent’s roommate at UT in Knoxville while mom was tending his quail business back home. Kent would fly home from Knoxville every other weekend to Memphis. He was majoring in Engineering Physics, “Slide rule Pool”. Engineering Physics (rocket science) as we called it today was probably one of the hardest curriculum at Knoxville. . . .


The Christian Lebanese

Ronny Flatau

© Copyright 2020 by Ronny Flatau


At Janna’s house,with her husband, and grandchildren. July 27, 2018
   At Janna’s house,with her husband, and grandchildren. July 27, 2018

Janna was 16 when she got married, that’s what she told us. By the time we met her, she was already 60. It was a hot summer day in northern Israel and me and my friends were hiking. We were carrying heavy bags, and Janna saw us through her fence. She took pity on us, and so She invited us in, to sit with her over coffee. . . .


Duck Hunting, A Dream Relived

Gordon Crenshaw

© Copyright 2020 by Gordon Crenshaw

Photo of a duck hunter.

For many years I have asked myself, what is the magic that makes a man leave his warm home in the wee hours of the morning in freezing conditions to endure almost unbearable conditions to get a chance to bag his limit of ducks? . . .


The Men I Met Along The Way

Carrie-Jade Williams

© Copyright 2020 by Carrie-Jade Williams

Photo of a woman taking eye test.

It began with the eyes. Like so many love stories. Romeo on his balcony hoping for a glimpse of Juliet’s, Tristan and Isolde, Lancelot and Guinevere. The list could go on but this isn’t about all the great loves throughout history. Spoiler alert, this isn’t even about me meeting ‘the one’. But this is still a love story or a testament of sorts, to all the men I met along the way. The ones I loved, the ones I didn’t and the ones who had no idea I even existed. . . .


Remembering Randall Jarrell

Teddy K. Makarow

© Copyright 2020 by Teddy K. Makarow

Photo of Randall Jarrell.            

Randall Jarrell I knew only as a student knows a good teacher. But as I look back to 1960, over more than 50 years ago, to those few short months that I sat with others around his conference table in Writing Workshop I, I can still feel myself there and I know now what I knew then—Mr. Jarrell’s Writing Workshop was the most deeply significant class I have ever taken....


Don't Drink The Koolaid

Linda A. Dougherty

© Copyright 2020 by Linda A. Dougherty

Photo of young Linda.

This is both a catharsis for me and an invitation to my daughters to understand my world which was so different than their own childhood. It is a story of hope too, that we do not have to remain stuck in the past but reconciliation is always within reach if we dare to make the first steps. . . .



Denise E. Fore

© Copyright 2020 by Denise E. Fore

Image of DNA.

I was born the sixth and last child of my parents’ marriage. My parents were divorced a few years later and I spent my childhood visiting my father during school breaks and holidays. I can still feel the joy and nervous anticipation of waiting eagerly for his big gold Chrysler to pull up in our driveway at the end of his five-hundred mile drive to come visit his children. I was his baby girl and like little girls do--I loved my daddy. . . .


A Friend, A Woe

Precious Owuamalam

© Copyright 2020 by Precious Owuamalam

Photo of legs.

Sometimes, no matter how nice you try to be to some people, they would never get to appreciate the good you did for them....


My Childhood with Jorge Robeje

Terence Talagon

© Copyright 2020 by Terence Talagon

Photo of the grandparents.

I’ve been wanting so much to go home to Guimaras; partly because I want to take a break from school, but mostly because I want to see my grandfather. . . .


A Gal with a Goal

Sharon Morris

© Copyright 2020 by Sharon Morris

Photo by Bruce Mars on Unsplash
                              Photo by Bruce Mars on Unsplash.

“Trippin’ On Lactic Acid” was written in bold white letters on her dark gray t-shirt. Her white mesh ASICS shoes with lavender and gray accents slapped against the black track of the treadmill, set at 3.6 miles per hour, and her short brown hair bounced to the rhythm of the jogging. Margaret gradually increased the incline to 7.5% to prepare her for a 5K race up the side of a mountain in West Virginia, where she and her husband Ken would vacation. . . .


Who's That Lady?

Rolanda T. Pyle

© Copyright 2020 by Rolanda T. Pyle

Photo of Rolanda.

Looking out the window, I could see the snow blanketing the highway and the streets. The limousine was crawling on this trip to and from the cemetery - we had been in this car for seven hours. The burial service was about 15 minutes. . . .


Me, Dad and Seven Shoes

Irene Joseph

© Copyright 2020 by Irene Joseph

Photo of a pair of shoes.

It's magical, how an assortment of fond memories can spring from a pair of shoes from the past! When I think about particular shoes, memories of me and my Dad appear. It is ten years this Christmas that I lost my Dad, and so as a celebration of his life with me, here are seven pairs of shoes, whose memories I'd like to share. . . .


Wolfsheim's Watch

Ceci Hughes

© Copyright 2020 by Ceci Hughes

Cover of The Great Gadsby.

By the time I graduated high school, it was a well-known fact among my classmates that I hated Mrs. Cranston. I guess hate is a strong word, so it’s probably better to say that I strongly disliked Mrs. Cranston. . . .


Mummy, Me, Memories

Iris Leona Marie Cross

© Copyright 2020 by Iris Leona Marie Cross

Photo of Mummy and Iris.

Not knowing what had transpired behind the bedroom door I had slammed shut in a rage still haunts me. All I know is my prophetic words that night had come to pass. “Mark my words mummy, from tomorrow you’re on your own. I’m not putting up with this nonsense anymore.” The next morning, my mother was on her own. She was dead; and I was racked with guilt....


Shape Does Not Define Me

Diana Arriaga

© Copyright 2020 by Diana Arriaga

Photo of an alter with candles.

My hands are stained with despair and calloused with regret, a tattered map of who I am. When I look down, I am standing on sin and dreams. I am living, but my shadow is not. It is my grave, but not my death. This is the beginning. . . .


A Dangerous Welcome

Charlene Duline

© Copyright 2020 by Charlene Duline

Photo of Charlene.

As our caravan of three U.S. Embassy cars rolled through the dark, empty streets of Monrovia, I wondered if this would be the last night of my life. Liberia remained under martial law and a curfew had been announced by Head of State Samuel Doe shortly after he and 27 other soldiers disemboweled President Tolbert and took over the country on April 12, 1980. Doe had declared that no one was allowed on the city streets from midnight to 6:00 a.m., and here was our small caravan of cars moving through the capital city of Monrovia at 4:30 a.m. . . .

Bohemian Fruit Dumplings

Suzanne Caithamer

© Copyright 2020 by Suzanne Caithamer

Photo by Kelly Neil on Unsplash
          Photo by Kelly Neil on Unsplash

I’ve always thought my mother-in-law was kind of a character, but I never realized how much until I started writing about her. I don’t get to see her much nowadays, as she lives so far away, but she has had a profound impact on my life in many ways. . . .


The John

Maureen Moynihan

© Copyright 2020 by Moynihan

Photo of bathroom door.
                          Photo by Robert Reader 

Cancer treatment is a voracious consumer of a patient's self image. Sources of unconditional love and acceptance are critical as we grieve the body that we once had. 

It’s easier to get a turtle out of its shell than a husband out of the bathroom. . . .


She Was Only Eighteen, Only Eighteen

Iris Leona Marie Cross

© Copyright 2020 by Iris Leona Marie Cross

Photo of a shirt label.

For a brief period in my life, raging hormones had clouded my moral judgment causing professional boundaries to become blurred. As I recall this episode, I am left to wonder how far the pendulum of intoxicating desire would have swung, were it not for the sobering effect and timely intervention of that bombshell letter? . . .


The Crying Couch

Kim Smyth

© Copyright 2020 by Kim Smyth

Photo of a couch.

My husband has always been what you’d think of as a tough guy, strong, manly, well he’s always been my rock. I’ve come to depend on his quiet strength to lift me up in times of need and to keep me grounded when my body feels like it’s flying apart. Then came the day we found out he had the “C” word and that was the day his strength was truly tested. . . .


Cookie - 1954

Thomas Turman

© Copyright 2020 by Thomas Turman

Photo by André Freitas on Unsplash
                          Photo by André Freitas on Unsplash

I was excited to get the card from the Denver Parks Department that told me to report for work at 5:15 A.M., so I biked down here early. The lone streetlight 25 feet down the road barely lights the shadowy, brooding, one story brick building and dense bushes across the street from where as I wait in the street. I am the first one here, but I’m not really alone because I’m on the south edge of the city zoo. The sounds of the nocturnal animals and birds are scary yet comforting at the same time. I can feel and smell them out there in the cool darkness of the June morning. . . .


How I Wake Up At The Backseat,
Asking God When?

Samuel Nnadi

© Copyright 2020 by Samuel Nnadi

Photo of the author.

Winter comes grey & dusty, like another vagabond experiencing it's hangover on the road's 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 my dreams hailing a Mary that isn't so full of grace. . . .

Chipped Beef on Toast

Hannah Huber

© Copyright 2020 by Hannah Huber

Photo of Hotel Gettysburg.

Some of the most important people in my life I’ve met at the most unexpected places. These people, although some of them have since passed away, have taught me that choosing a less conventional way of living leads to freedom. . . .


Gone Past She Remains

KC Chan Wing Haw

© Copyright 2020 by KC Chan Wing Haw

Photo of Wilber and Charlotte from movie.

This story is about someone whom I miss dearly and still she remains inside me. She inspired me to be a writer.

She. Molly Lee was her name. She had always been a source to ignite independent education, a passionate companion to children and of her own, someone who laughed and joked without tomorrow hinting another strength to come. A lady of smiles that no longer existed in some of us but remained somewhere near her hut of declining memories. . . .


Still Here

Karen H. Curran


© Copyright 2020 by Karen H. Curran

Photo of piano.

I have a regular gig one Sunday a month, playing piano for a worship service at a local assisted living facility. Most residents come in wheelchairs, use walkers, or ride on electric scooters. Many of them fall asleep during the service. I play several hymn arrangements and lead in singing songs; then an elder or pastor from my church reads and teaches from God’s Word. I try to speak with each resident afterwards, but conversation can be difficult since some of them struggle with hearing or cognitive issues. . . .

Snowballs With Syrup

Terry Mulcahy

© Copyright 2020 by Terry Mulcahy

Unknown object.
Old fashioned ice shaver such as Terry and his brother used.

Although I do not remember the exact dates, my parents moved one last time as a family in 1960, when I was about to turn ten. The snowball stand existed for two or three summers between 1961 and 1966. Our parents taught us how to make the sugar syrup. They bought our first set of flavor concentrates to help us get started. We added more as our business took off....


Twenty-five Mother's Days Without Her

Cathy B. Bridges

© Copyright 2020 by Cathy B. Bridges

Photo of Cathy's mom.

Today is May 27, 2020, and mama has been gone 25 years and 15 days. She passed from this life to a better one on May 12, 1995. That was the Friday before Mother’s Day. I will never forget it. I was working for an optometrist on the other end of town when my dad called with the bad news. Mama had died. . . .


Ghost Meeting

Laura Labno


© Copyright 2020 by Laura Labno

Photo of goldfish in a pond.

She opened the door and there she was. Somewhere in between a blurred eyes-made picture from 8 years earlier and this very moment, registered by the very same eyes. There she was. . . .


Trudy Hunzikar - Mother Courage

Eva Bell    

© Copyright 2020 by Eva Bell 


Photo of mission hospital school of nursing.

Friendships never die. They run through life like an enriching melody. We were friends for seventeen years, and though Trudy has gone to hide among the stars, the courageous life she led can never be forgotten. . . .


Waylaid - Postcard From New York City

Martha Patterson

© Copyright 2020 by Martha Patterson

Photo by Dan Roizer on Unsplash
Photo by Dan Roizer on Unsplash

It was an emerald-green day in Manhattan – the kind of summer afternoon when every bird in the city has a song. I knew how special such a day was, since normally any birdsong there is drowned out by taxis, trucks, and construction work. . . .


Best Laid Plans

Stephanie Whitson

© Copyright 2020 by Stephanie Whitson

Photo by Isaac Moore on Unsplash
                                       Photo by Isaac Moore on Unsplash

The idea was simple. Pack up our RV and boondock across California and Nevada, continue through until we arrive in Louisiana. We wanted to save money and figured dry camping was the best way to do it, while still being able to travel. As with any best-laid plans, there will always be hiccups. . . .


Hiking the Juan de Fuca Trail
on Vancouver Island

Lillith Foxx

© Copyright 2020 by Lillith Foxx

Photo of Lillith's tent and campsite.

It was an ambitious endeavor for a first-time backpacker. 47 kilometers of wild coastal trail, in under 48 hours. Between the bugs and the bear scares and the beers, we managed to come out the other side alive. I hope you enjoy this adventure. . . .


A Side of Bacon

Maureen Moynihan

© Copyright 2020 by Moynihan

                                Photo furnished by the author.

Fear is not the worst part of a disease; indifference is.  Compassion matters in medical care. It matters BIG.  A patient will remember every kind thought, prayer, word and card.  They will also will remember what was not there at all. 

The radiation technician executed her duties with the same bored detachment as an express lane cashier; I was yet another item to scan. A box of Fruit Loops. A head of lettuce. A side of bacon. . . .


A Conventional Riot

Doug Sherr

© Copyright 2020 by Doug Sherr

Photo of scene from convention demonstration.

A riot exists for itself. It doesn't grow and sustain because of the original outrage; that cause was extinguished in the first hours of the riot. Sometimes the cause changes, but usually there no longer is a cause at all. Here is my memory of one of America's famous riots. . . .


Kismet Interrupted

Don Shook

© Copyright 2020 by Don Shook

Photo of a Liberace.

“Don, Don they love you.” Mari Lynn Henry, Head of ABC Daytime Casting in New York, barely containing her excitement, exclaimed into the other end of the phone. . . .


Three Don't Dance

Don Shook

© Copyright 2020 by Don Shook

Photo of a sign for Mom's Diner.

Guilt consumed me. “My, God, she’s married!” I thought, the effects of the wine worn off. “You’re married!” I said aloud, jumping to my feet.

Toni looked perplexed, then scowled before saying, “So?”. . .


Moving Again

Hal Howland

© Copyright 2020 by Hal Howland

Picture with Robert Frost.
Harold E. Howland, Hal, Robert Frost, Charles Howland, and Elizabeth Howland.
taken at the Howland home near Tel Aviv, Israel, in 1961.

Two or three moves ago, I decided that the single most depressing thing you can do in life is to relocate from one home to another. This of course is a Virgo’s immediate response to the massive but short-lived disruption that a government brat calls business as usual. The most practical lesson I learned from that life of continual uprooting is this: Always hire professional movers. . . .


The Caller

Maureen Moynihan

© Copyright 2020 by Moynihan

Photo credit Quino Al  @quinoal
                                 Photo credit Quino Al  @quinoal
My mother calls. She speaks in 24pt Impact Bold font and punctuates each statement with a fantastic sense of urgency.

Maureen!!! This is ya Mutha!!!!The lady who gave you birth!! Backwards!!”. . .


The Visit

James L. Cowles

© Copyright 2020 by James L. Cowles

Photo of hand knocking on a door.

It was a good day. Dad picked up his new bi-focals and could finally read without getting a headache, mom finished sewing my sister Gloria's dress, which she had been working on for at least two weeks and I picked up my brand new cornet and would be taking my first lesson next week. Meanwhile, I had been instructed to practice "buzzing" my lips and trying to get a good tone from my new horn. . . .


Reflections of a Daddyless Daughter

Barbara Brockway

© Copyright 2020 by Barbara Brockway

Photo of Barbara and her family.

My dad was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s disease the year I was born. I grew up with the specter of his death over me always, it was something I never not knew, from the way adults cast pitying looks at me, to the lack of money from the mound of medical bills, to his bouts of suffering and the casual talk of his myriad of treatments around our dinner table. . . .


In Case of Emergency, Grab Your Seat

Marnie Devereux

© Copyright 2020 by Marnie Devereux

Photo of  a Beech 1900.

This morning we are up before daybreak to catch an early morning flight to Los Angeles. We are attending a wedding in Pasadena and I will be introduced to, and inspected by, Dr Nick’s surrogate family in the US. ‘Don’t worry, they know all about you’ he says cheerfully, as if that will help.

Prescott’s Municipal Airport is tiny. The staff multi-task, especially today as their electronic system has gone down, so everything has to be checked manually. Our little plane is basic, no frills. We are advised in the departure lounge that there is no toilet on board ‘So now would be a good time to go.’ You don’t get that kind of personal care advice at Heathrow. . . .


The American Embassy

Marnie Devereux

© Copyright 2020 by Marnie Devereux

Photo of the American Embassy in London.

So I'm sitting in the waiting room at Taunton railway station, about to embark on the biggest journey of my life. This time tomorrow, I shall know whether or not my visa application has been approved. I haven't slept properly in two weeks, ever since the letter arrived inviting me to the interview at the US Embassy in London. . . .


Upside Down Apple Pie

Marnie Devereux

© Copyright 2020 by Marnie Devereux

Photo of a gold fish.

Of course, it all started long before that. It was just that the 'upside down apple pie' incident was the first time anyone really noticed, apart from me. . . .


Stuffed Cabbage and Knishes

Eileen W. Fisher

© Copyright 2019 by Eileen W. Fisher

Photo of a plate of Knishes.

When I think about my mother, what comes to mind is her reputation as being a great cook. There were no cookbooks in my house, no recipe files; everything was made from scratch. In a generation when most women did not work, many found self-expression in cooking for their families and friends as did my mother. It was her way of expressing love for her family, and friends. It was her way to shine, and to share. . . .


The Journey of 27 Roosters

Lori Hilton Brizius

© Copyright 2020 by Lori Hilton Brizius

Photo by Arib Neko on Unsplash
                     Photo by Arib Neko on Unsplash

Every stray or lost animal has a journey. Every little soul has a story. Working with animals in shelters is never easy, and for almost 30 years I’ve cared for all kinds including domestic, wildlife, farm animals and reptiles. I never imagined that one day a scraggly bunch of roosters would melt my heart. . . .


It Wasn't Funny At The Time

Patricia M. Snell

© Copyright 2020 by Patricia M. Snell

Photo of an injured toe.

My husband never tires of teasing me about the time I ran over him with the lawn mower. He admits he should have given me a quick lesson in how to steer and how to stop. . . .


A Memory of Fox Hill and Grandview

Robert Flournoy

© Copyright 2019 by Robert Flournoy   
Photo of Chesapeake wetlands.

I have often wondered if luck is something that is doled out individually in our lives, some getting more than others, some getting none at all. Looking back, it seems that I was extraordinarily lucky as a boy and later as a young man, surviving experiences that had scant chance of turning out on my side. It was like I was front loaded with a life time of luck, not to last forever, but there in the beginning, when I most needed it. . . .


What If. . .

Lew Goddard

© Copyright 2020 by Lew Goddard

Photo of a man looking in a rear view mirror.

Now I have more time to spend without going to work. I found myself searching back in memory counting the number of times that I could have been injured and possibly die due to the circumstances. Some of the situations were accidental, some were intentional and others just complete stupidity. I must say that I knew the hazards when I employed the actions. . . .


Women and Children First: Paying
for the Crimes of Nazi Germany

Linda Jonasson

© Copyright 2020 by Linda Jonasson

Photo of civilians leaving bombed city.

This essay is based on the life of Elfriede Neumann, my husband's grandmother. 

Winston Churchill once said: "History is written by the victors." My early knowledge of European History came from a Canadian high school textbook. Flipping through its pages, I saw vivid images of Germany’s role in the Second World War: Wehrmacht soldiers goose-stepping down the Champs-Elysees of Paris; Hitler delivering rants to a crowd of helmet-topped heads, their right arms raised at a 45 degree angle; the Luftwaffe bombing London’s glorious St. Paul Cathedral during the Blitz. . . .


The Magic and Majesty of the Middle Ages:
Notre-Dame de Paris

Bill Ranauro

© Copyright 2020 by Bill Ranauro


Photo of Notre-Dame.

In April 1999, I made my first trip to Europe. I was helping three other teachers chaperone forty students on a trip that would take us to Paris, Venice, Florence, and Rome over the next two weeks. I was hooked on European travel after visiting Notre-Dame Cathedral on my first day in Paris. . . .


The Secret of My Memories

KC Chan Haw

© Copyright 2020 by KC Chan Haw

Photo by Wilber and Charlotte from movie.

This story is about how the world revolves around problems I view them as vital as our current situation may beg us to rethink how our actions can be a contribution to our present act. I am inspired from my recent reading by David Halberstam ‘The Next Century’. . . .


Union Rap

Albert Vetere Lannon

© Copyright 2020 by Albert Vetere Lannon

Union sign.
(Labor sit-in at South Africa Airlines, 1985. I’m on right, with SF Labor Council Assistant Secretary Jeff Greendorfer on left.)

Unions are getting a bad rap these days, often with justification. Corruption and embezzlement in the once-progressive United Auto Workers, individuals in other unions helping themselves to members’ dues for their own personal use, officials bought off by employers – these garner headlines while millions of workers with leadership true to trade union principles remain under increasing pressure to roll back the gains made over decades of struggle. Unions, which created the much-vaunted middle class in the United States, are now at their lowest membership levels since the Robber Baron Capitalism of a century ago. . . .


Why Do We Watch Scary Movies?

Kelly Maida

© Copyright 2020 by Kelly Maida

Photo of horrow movie ad.

Why do we try to scare ourselves? As a small child, I am not sure of how old I was was when I watched scary movies. My first memory of scary shows was chiller theatre. I remember a big hand coming out of the ground. My grandma asked me when I was little why do you like to frighten yourself? . . .


Mothers Day Cards

Betsy Shepardson

© Copyright 2020 by Betsy Shepardson

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                                Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

I was maybe three years sober when I finally reached a point where I could consider buying a Mother’s Day card for my mom. Done enough inventory, looked at my part in the resentments. (plural). Scouring the card racks looking for one that said “Thank you for bringing me to the planet”. Or “Thank you, for trying your best.”  But those Mother’s Day cards, so sappy and sticky, rang nothing short of phoney. . . .


My Comfort in Discomfort: The Effects of Embracing Vulnerability

Genevieve Jaser

© Copyright 2020 by Genevieve Jaser

Photo of a rainbow.

As I prepare to enter into my senior year of college, I was struck with a realization: upon my entry into college, I was happy and excited, but I was met with struggling students, worried peers, and unhappy people. When I arrived at my first-ever college class, I noticed 20 students, like zombies propped up in chairs. Is college really as boring as their faces led me to believe? . . .


Six Little Stories

Mary Murphy

© Copyright 2020 by Mary Murphy

Photo of silver spoons.

A Little Story of the Four, Sterling Silver, Coffee Spoons.

When my father was called up during WWII, the family left Alabama for San Diego, California to be near where he would be stationed. At first, we crowded into a motel; my mother, my dad's mother, my older brother Bobby, my younger brother, Jack, then a toddler, and I. I was around five years old when we moved. . . .


Past The Use By Date?

Karen Radford Treanor 


© Copyright 2020  by Karen Radford Treanor

Photo of 1982 Encylopedia Brittanica.

Just before the whole world’s door was slammed shut in our faces, we were at the recycling shop in Huonville, Tasmania. The shop is run by the local council, and it’s filled with odd glassware, old furniture, used books, pots without lids and lids without pots, and et cetera. We were poking around in search of something we needed, such as an undiscovered Sheraton sideboard.

In a corner of a back room was a plain white shelving unit of no particular distinction. You know the sort of thing: a low platform made of chipboard with one drawer and two or three open-backed shelves above. “$20 with contents” it said.

The contents comprised a complete set of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, including the yearbooks from 1965. . . .


Max Performs for the Last Time,
and the Last Time, and Finally the Last Time

Mark O. J. Esping

© Copyright 2020 by Mark O. J. Esping

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                    Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

Max studied to be an opera singer. He actually preformed as the crocodile in the stage presentation of Peter Pan. Health interrupted his singing career. He started a summer theatre called Broadway RFD, which presented musicals during the summer in Lindsborg Kansas. He played Santa Claus at Macys in New York City. . . .


International Baby Gang

Michelle Paul Imagawa

© Copyright 2020 by Michelle Paul Imagawa

Photo of babies.

I’m a Texas girl—brought up around cows, cactus, bluebonnets, and rattlesnakes. As a child, I expected to grow old in Texas. But it turned out there was a sweet, funny, and handsome Japanese young man at the university I attended in San Antonio. Thirty-plus years on, here I am in Japan. We have 3 children, born and raised here on the island of Kyushu. This is the story of my first baby. . . .



Lori Hilton Brizius

© Copyright 2020 by

Photo of moon over water by Lori.

When I think of all the chapters of my life, all the exciting places I've lived or visited I realize that I was never really alone, yet somehow, my  voice was but a whisper to those closest to me. . . .

Three Hundred Miles

Angela Wright

© Copyright 2020 by Angela Wright

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                                                 Photo by b a f o r e s t ↟ ↟ on Unsplash

February, 1987

My brother drowned at Lizard Point in Cornwall during a raging gale. He was thirty. One wild February day, a passing stranger found him face down on a small beach. Paramedics carried his body up the steep path. He was laid out on a slab in a police mortuary, three hundred miles from home. His red Vauxhall Cavalier, a tank of a car, was spread in pieces on the rocks; in the water. . . .



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