THE PHILOSOPHY OF IRONY IN GREEK CULTURE By Dimitra Tsourou
THE PHILOSOPHY OF IRONY IN GREEK CULTUREby Dimitra Tsourou This article stems from my dissatisfaction with the available interpretations of irony in Greek culture. A further difficulty in understanding “Greek irony” results from the inability...
HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT By Michele Sprague
HE LOVES ME. HE LOVES ME NOTBy Michele Sprague
Twenty years ago I couldn’t get enough of him. We talked for hours and never ran out of things to say. We greeted each other with...
KINDER-WHORE By Deanna M. Lehman
KINDERWHOREby Deanne M. Lehman(an excerpt)
I was born into a world of darkness and my mother was the moon. Cold and unsmiling, she stood illuminated by her man of the moment, many faces changing throughout...
THE EIGHTIES By Betty J. Sayles
THE EIGHTIESBy Betty J. Sayles
My son was a career Air Force man and while visiting me in northern Wisconsin, he saw 80 acres of woods, swamp and beaver dam that he loved on sight...
THE HOWL OF AN AMERICAN PSYCHO By Vanya Suchan
THE HOWL OF AN AMERICAN PSYCHO: An Introspection into the Destructive Americaby Vanya Suchan
To raise the notion that the human being reaches for the glamorized “American dream”, but remains crushed in her struggle and...
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...
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...