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An elderly couple, octogenarians, are sitting, as they have for several years sat, at their local McDonald’s, having a mid-afternoon snack…

A Series

The right to be forgotten. We all have it, according to the highest court in Spain, anyway.

Lightning in a bottle. That’s what I’m trying to catch this morning, and that’s what writing is on most days, these days — a fleeting flash…

by Joan Haskins

Each year, when the earth tilts 23.4 degrees away from the sun, a battle begins.

Two in the morning. Morning, what a laugh; it’s still the middle of the night.

by LC Neal

by LC Neal

When he awakens from his gin-induced slumber high up in New York’s Catskill Mountains, Rip Van Winkle does not realize that he has slept…

Language geek that I am, I of course have a favorite word: “syzygy,” which refers to the alignment of the sun, earth, and moon.

Life on a Peninsula

The writer answered the intercom, because he was sick of staring at a wordless screen and an unexpected visitor meant not doing that for at…

by Naomi de Plume

by Chris Macsen

The match flared, and I saw his face. A little older.

For almost six years, a rosary has hung from the brass shade bracket of my banker’s desk lamp.

Here I go again.

Screenwriting is not for the faint of heart.

I live in the Miami metro area, and this is my second go round with this city.

So, if you can follow this: Way back, Girl moves from a southern state to Washington DC.