THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCK By Anita Gorman
THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCKby Anita G. Gorman
It was 1950 in Queens. On the street where the Andersons lived, they were not the only Swedish immigrants; the...
HUMBOLDT By Thomas Larsen
HUMBOLDTBy Tom Larsen
“Get the gate for me will ya, pardner?”He’s been calling everyone “pardner” for a week now in clear violation of the code. I work the twisted...
DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNS by Bill Vernon
DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNSBy Bill Vernon
The motorcyclist turning onto Bakers Road ahead of us had the 1960s Hell's Angels' look, but that impression didn't occur to me then...
THE LOSS OF HER By Kimberly McElreath
THE LOSS OF HERBy Kimberly McElreath
That Wednesday started with a pink pig pancake pajama party. In Kindergarten, getting a new weekly letter means a lot. It’s another step...
STRANGERS By Jeff Bakkensen
STRANGERSBy Jeff Bakkensen
No one ever came to the motel without being seen a long way off. From one side was all flat with nothing growing more than thigh...
HURRICANE MOON By Tony Whedon
HURRICANE MOONBy Tony Whedon
The town where we had rented our cottage that summer when I was thireen, called Port Clyde, sat at the end of a long peninsula...
LOOKS OF HAPPINESS By Frannie Gilbertson
LOOKS OF HAPPINESSBy Frannie Gilbertson
Do you ever look at someone and think, “Wow, I am so lucky that I have you”? You catch yourself staring at them, watching...
CAPTURE HILL No. 49 By Allen Long
CAPTURE HILL #49By Allen Long My brother Danny and I grew up in Arlington, Virginia, in the Sixties and Seventies. Although this was a period of significant social turmoil because of the civil...
I HAVE COME HOME By Antonio Wong
I HAVE COME HOMEBy Antonio Wong
“It is time to wake up. Today is the biggest day and you do not want to miss it,” my grandfather said. As...
HALF OF SOMETHING By John Ballantine Jr.
HALF OF SOMETHINGBy John Ballantine
The glass is half full, even though it is emptying fast. Life seeps out of the body as we wake to another day with...