Landslide Lit

The first thing I saw was the 32-foot-tall chain-link fence topped with three rows of razor-barbed wire, and for some reason, this…

I am drawn to the Mexican culture. It is magical — an alchemical mixture of Christian and pagan, bright flowers, and dancing skeletons…

I first see you at the Manchester ticket gate negotiating for a seat upgrade to what Virgin Atlantic calls ‘Upper Class’.

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When I was six years old, my confidence in the wisdom of the world as I knew it was challenged . . .

You’d like to have your car by Friday?

Like all aspects of self-care, driving my 23-year-old Honda is a personal choice based on my values, preferences, and circumstances.

My love of cars began with lawnmowers and bicycles.

A story of a woman, a marriage, and the automobile that helped to liberate her.

A pumpkin at 28 weeks, I expanded, broke the vine, left Eden and its snake on a path forged by her, Mother of Us all. Two fledgling in my…

The jungle encroaches. A man sleeps on. No need yet for a fig leaf. He dreams of the woman he will create -the perfect match - feisty…

A short one-act play in which Eve and Lilith meet to argue then befriend one another via their common bond.

It had been a fortnight since Rachel had tried the fruit.

Are we the daughters of Eve, punished again for taking a bite out of the apple? Are we not to be trusted to make sound decisions because of

When I am an old(er) woman,

Aunts play a distinct role in the life of a child. Like a fairy godmother, they come and go at will. They do everything right, and my Aunt…

I came from Ukraine and I have my own view on the conflict

The Captain leaned forward in his office chair and stared into my eyes. My body was half the size of this decorated man who fought in the…

The first scar I remember was a good one.

Paying the toll for equality

I would have been at Kroger when the shooting began, if not for a distraction.

It’s time to let it go.

A mother copes with her daughter’s depression by writing.

The best pool player I ever played was my uncle Bill. A POW in World War II, he lost fifty pounds and all of his teeth. When he came home…