by Emile DeWeaver
Someone was about to perform a musical, and while Les Miserables
and childhood memories of The Sound of Music
have seeded some appreciation for the genre, a musical is hardly something I’d shirk work to watch.
Dear Dr. Donna: Come Friday night, my partner just wants to don her yoga pants and curl up with a book and the cat. She would be happy to spend all weekend in a Netflix haze.
by Hamdy Elgammal
The boy and the girl sat on the edge of the highway, their backs against a wall fifty miles out of Sacramento.
by Kent Oswald
We teach our children to say they are sorry well before they are able to understand it should mean something more significant than getting lucky enough to draw a “get out of jail” free card in Monopoly.
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
As I began working on this column, I had just discovered a countdown website loaded with symbols attributed to the so-called Illuminati.
by Andrew Davie
Sixth and Seventh grade English; we were reading a book, a young adult mystery which included time travel as a major component.
By Dr. Donna Roberts
“It is quite true that man lives by bread alone—when there is no bread. But what happens to man’s desires when there is plenty of bread and when his belly is chronically filled?"
Word counts, book sales, even romance: the only astrological guide a writer needs.
by Ron Gibson, Jr.
I swung the door open, turned on the light and marveled at the murky lake that now lived in our house. It must have been five foot deep.
by Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad
For the girls above or below / five foot something / For the legs so long / they tangle when we saunter / through corridors