FINDING FAMILY by Stefanie Wass
My husband has always known he was adopted.
I found out by sticking my foot in my mouth.
Early in our courtship, when we were both...
BIG AND BIGGER LIES: Did We All Just Fall Off the Turnip Truck? By...
Recently I came across a magazine that featured photos of postcards inmates of the Nazi death camps at Lublin had written in the early 1940’s. The inmates were urged to send postcards...
DON’T GO ANYWHERE by James Hanna
Since retiring and moving to Florida, my wife, Mary, and I have become news junkies. This is not because we have more time to fill, but because the news has acquired the...
TASTING NOTES by Shanti L. Nelson
We’re deep into our routine when quarantine hits. Once a week, chocolate cake and instant coffee. Black with two white sugars, never brown. He’s always taken it this way. “Since the war.”...
NO MORE TEARS by Kristin Gunner
“I don’t want any tears.”
My Papaw occasionally talked about his funeral, even before we knew he’d be gone soon. I promised him I wouldn’t cry when that day...
AN UNEXPECTED EXCURSION by Iskandar Rakhimov
There is a limit to dreaming, especially for someone unimaginative like me. Our memories can’t play their splendid tricks on reality when confined to a room or ensconced by a windowsill. These...
CLOSED DOORS AND EMPTY SPACES by Victoria Duncan
“What’s up with Christine?” My husband, Ron, not known for his subtlety, asks. He squints and angles his chin with the precision of a laser pointer towards our in-town neighbor who ducks...
TEMPERATURE FLUCTUATIONS by Frank Walters
Temperature Fluctuations
Prologemena
My father touched me after he died. I was writing at night under a single lamp and I felt a tap on my...
A RICE NOODLE STORY ( AND OTHER ENCOUNTERS) by Ying Xuan Chian
A rice noodle story (and other encounters)
My mother recently recounted a story to me about the passing of her grandfather. I then realized how grief can be such...
