HOME AND THE WORLD by Michael Mooring
Home and the World
“To be a mass tourist, for me, is to become a pure late-date American: alien, ignorant, greedy for something you cannot ever have, disappointed in a way you can never admit....
THE ASHUWILLTICOOK TRAIL, THE OLD MAN’S LAST RIDE by Wayne Bizer
The Ashuwillticook Trail, The Old Man’s Last Ride
By Wayne Bizer
As he removed his bike from the trunk of his car, the old man thought everything must come to an end. Like him, the bike...
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 in our twenties, my over six-foot tall husband showed me...
REMAINS by Melissa Ballard
Remains
2013
Mom died seven weeks ago. My husband and I are working at her condo, as we do every Saturday. We are cleaning and sorting and donating. Friends have come to claim what they want,...
SHATTERED AT FIVE – By L. B. Boe
SHATTERED AT FIVEBy L.B. Boe
Uncle Mike built an apartment for us in his basement where the four of us—Mom, my brother and sister, and I—lived while Daddy was in Vietnam. It was a real...
WHAT LIARS THEY ARE by Frank Kowal
What Liars They Are!
by Frank Kowal
It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor of my living room. In those days the TVs were...
THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU by Frank Emerson
THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU
Of all the letters associated with the American Civil War, two stand out as arguably the most beautiful and touching – certainly the best known. Abraham Lincoln's poignant,...
THE MOST SCARIEST THING by Riley Winchester
The Most Scariest Thing
I am obsessed with time. The obsession started my sophomore year of college when I had to take a science class with a lab in order to fulfill the science...
THE PSYCHOPATH By Wendy Swift
THE PSYCHOPATHby Wendy Swift
I struggle to grasp that Danny is an alcoholic, despite the glaring evidence. I understand drinking is a way of life for him, to the extent that when our kids reach...
NOTES FROM THE FATHER FIELD by Lisa Romeo
Notes from the Father Field
by Lisa Romeo
Though my father never touched the large-number cell phone I once gave him, I like to think that, if he’d lived longer, and had I the patience to...