TOY GUN AND VIDEO GAME PLAY By Mary Bonina
TOY GUN AND VIDEO GAME PLAYby Mary Bonina
One of my son Gianni’s favorite toys when he was a toddler and preschooler was a small, plastic “workbench” and drill. It was compact, so he could...
HOMELESS by Fabrizia Faustinella
HOMELESSby Fabrizia Faustinella
I was working out on the second floor of the gym, where all the machines are. I was desperate to maintain good muscle tone, even if I didn’t seem to be genetically...
COMPETITION By Sylvia Semel
COMPETITIONby Sylvia Semel CompetitionThis is about competition between multiples as well as other children. Introduction My brother and I are opposite-sex fraternal twins. I would like to share my experience being a twin, discuss the unique problems...
ENTERTAINMENT By Donald Dewey
ENTERTAINMENTBy Donald Dewey A friend asked recently if I had seen such-and-such a movie. I said no, and wasn’t really in that much of a hurry to see it. He looked at me wide-eyed and...
TITAN By Elliott Vincent Flood
TITANby Elliott Vincent Flood Roughly fifty miles east of Denver lies the small highway community of Deer Trail, Colorado. It is the kind of town that you would hardly notice passing through. A few gas...
TRACK CHANGES By Sydney Samone Wright
TRACK CHANGESby Sydney Wright
I was in bed next to my boyfriend, Shola, wondering if he’d noticed the slow changes in my body since exiting the athletic performance world. I did. I felt them, heavy...
THE BEAUTY OF THE MUSIC By Carol Fixman
My grandfather wanted to be a cantor, but that never came to pass. My mother had a rich voice and sang in several groups. But a few years before she died, she confessed that...
UNIFORMS By Nancy Gendimenico
UNIFORMSby Nancy Gendimenico
The summer between junior and senior years of high school, I worked at a state home for people with special needs. My job came through a ‘70s era government program that helped...
ON SIDEKICKS By Robert Wexelblatt
ON SIDEKICKSby Robert Wexelblatt
Yesterday, I looked through an old photo album, the sort of thing you do once a decade or so. The album is covered in cracked brown leather; the black-and-white snapshots have...
DELIVERIES By Carol Crawford
DELIVERIESby Carol Childers Crawford
A week before Christmas I stood in my Georgia driveway in a thin sweater, holding an oversized, fleece-lined, water repellent coat. I wrestled it into the back of my car while...