Barbara Card AtkinsonUFOs: Mack and Me (not really)Everyone needs a little potato salad now and again.Jul 27, 2023Jul 27, 2023
Barbara Card Atkinsonwave.California in the ‘70s was all cliché, conversation pits and fondue parties and coffee tables offering sticky weed nuggets in glass candy…Jan 27, 2023Jan 27, 2023
Barbara Card AtkinsongenealogyMy great-grandparents on one side came over from Ireland to work as seamstresses and servants, others from Italy for coal mining in a house…Dec 4, 2022Dec 4, 2022
Barbara Card AtkinsonechoesIt’s not a haunting, but what is it? When you’re left with memories. Left alone. When the other one dies, when it’s just you, carrying the…Mar 27, 2022Mar 27, 2022
Barbara Card AtkinsonHow to Write a NovelBe the anxious kid who doesn’t know she has a throat-clearing tic until one night, eavesdropping on the adults, she hears them discussing…Feb 25, 2022Feb 25, 2022
Barbara Card AtkinsonGunnysak DressThe campus was mostly deserted. Late afternoon, fall, getting dark. One of the popular boys was still hanging out in the quad. Smoking…Sep 27, 2018Sep 27, 2018
Barbara Card AtkinsonWoburn Street16. Sometimes, on weekend nights / early mornings when I’m walking home, late, all the houses sleepingdark, a car roars up. I keep to my…Jun 13, 2018Jun 13, 2018
Barbara Card AtkinsonHe’s back.I’m driving home from running errands when I see him. Same guy. I last saw him – when? During the election, maybe? After one of the…Feb 15, 2017Feb 15, 2017
