Words With Friends

September 7th, 2017 | by Cheryl Klein

We are driving up the coast. The sun is setting, or what my son—ensconced in his rear-facing car seat behind


Renewal: POEMS

September 5th, 2017 | by Rebecca Smolen

  Renewal   This morning I left you lying in our bed sleeping to the c-pap lullaby. I got dressed,


Peace in the Valley

August 25th, 2017 | by Katie Knecht

I wrote this short story about a painful memory that has stayed with me for many years. The scene was


Water I’ve Loved

August 15th, 2017 | by Pam Wye

 Pam Wye draws memories to dissipate anxiety about time passing, draws political skewerings to channel rage at craven politicians, and


On Sitters

July 28th, 2017 | by Caroline Horwitz

1. Pauline was my first, though I have no memory of her. I started going to her house at eight


Every Last Drop

July 21st, 2017 | by Nancy Méndez-Booth

Little woman. Big choice. Mami stands in front of the menu board at Torico Ice Cream Parlor. Fifty-four flavors of


Running Scared

July 15th, 2017 | by Elizabeth Newdom

The sun is sinking outside the window. My son, Asher, and his friends run screaming. It’s just an ordinary evening.


Nothing to Wear: Comics

July 6th, 2017 | by Glynnis Fawkes

Every few months I go shopping with Helen to try to remedy the “nothing to wear” situation.  It’s fun for



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