FULL CIRCLE By Jim Bolone
FULL CIRCLEBy Jim Bolone
Maybe it was fate that the transfer to public school from parochial school marked a first and a last in my family. I was the youngest of seven to attend the...
NELS NORMANN’S LAST PROBLEM by Kimm Stammen
NELS NORMANN'S LAST PROBLEMBy Kimm Brockett Stammen
It was on a remote Northern California trout stream in August, 1920, that Nels Normann encountered his first problem. “At 18 months of age, I became dissatisfied with...
IT LEFT A BAD TASTE IN MY MOUTH by Carol Glick
It Left a Bad Taste in My Mouth
I have yet to find a dentist who delivers top-notch services and a billing system that doesn't drill holes in the bank account.
On a recent check-up, the...
DERELICT by Allen Long
DERELICTBy Allen Long
I once sat on the floor at a Saturday night party at my friend Rick’s house; I was drunk, and Rick unknowingly stood on my legs, sipped a beer, and conversed with...
WRITE ME HOME by Linda C. Wisniewski
Write Me Home
The young woman’s face on my laptop screen smiled encouragement. Look at the sky if you’re near a window, she said, or remember the sky if you are not. Write about what’s...
GRAND DESIGN By Steven Markusen
GRAND DESIGNby Steven Markusen
An insistent voice brought me out of the void and darkness.“What is your name? Where are you?”My eyes opened to see a chiseled face with furrowed brow. Pain stabbed my side....
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...
VALERIE MAUD GOLDMAN by Valerie Angel
VALERIE MAUD GOLDMANby Valerie Angel
According to ANAD, an online resource agency for eating disorders, “At least 30 million people of all ages and genders suffer from an eating disorder in the US.” At...
THE HOLE by Noelle Wall
THE HOLEby Noelle Wall The hole is getting bigger. I can hear it, the sawing, the jackhammering, and even the digging, though the bite of the shovel and the thwump of the damp dirt as it hits...
BECKY AND AMY By Kate LaDew
BECKY AND AMYBy Kate LaDew
You were doomed, of course (the two of you) from the beginning. But you had to live out those years (eleven for her, eighteen for you) before you ever knew...