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The Myth of a Woman

As a human, I approach life like a scientist. The moving physical parts fascinate me as much as the intangible things that…

Jon Stewart is Leaving Me

Wait, what?

A Halloween Story

Halloween, 1960-something. It was the first year my mother lifted the ban on Halloween, and let me go trick or treating.

When we lived in our house, I was the one who opened the door for the ghosts and pirates, witches and clowns. There were no Disney princesses, or for…

Not Lovin’ It

An elderly couple, octogenarians, are sitting, as they have for several years sat, at their local McDonald’s, having a mid-afternoon snack, talking, planning, remembering, enjoying, he says, a “sweet time of fellowship,” a communion of husband and wife that has underwritten their more than…

Chain Lightning

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 of inspiration, usually gone before I can get my laptop open, capture the thought, and close it again because some brighter flash with more immediacy occurs in…

Elephant Graveyard

by Joan Haskins

Those Luckiest

by LC Neal

The curse of the writer, she thinks randomly, who has lived a remotely interesting life…

Moros y Cristianos

by LC Neal

I have the very great privilege of working with many people from the Caribbean and Central and South America. Sometimes, one or two of them will cook for our little family of 30 or so, and I’m always fascinated by the folkloric tales behind some of the…