Wanderlust How do you contain the wind? Can you bottle it? Can you catch it in a net? And if you could capture the wind, the moment you opened the container, would it all seep out immediately, ecstatic to be free? Windrider was a free spirit, contained only by his physical body, not by rules…
The Farmer who Saved his Family John cranked up the tractor, momentarily wishing that it was quieter so he could enjoy the silence out in the field; alone with himself. It was another hot, dry day and the crops were on the verge of failing. He ignored the sweltering heat, and the sweat dripping into…
This is a simple story. It is an idea about what the new world in education might look like, when the world has opened up, somewhat, after the quarantine, and about how teachers might feel about it all. Ms. Dahlia Eckelman adjusted the webcam so the students at home could be part of the conversation.…
“Where the heck er you goin?” Maureen asked Sam as a cigarette dangled from her mouth. “The heck you care,” Sam answered in his thick, Southern drawl. “I’ll go wherever I feel like.” Maureen stood in front of the shabby door in the run-down trailer. There was barely a surface in the small mobile home…
Hello everyone. Every now and then, I have to share my own thoughts, uncensored. It’s important for you to know how my mind works. I hope you are not offended when I offer my opinions about politics and other things – they are part of who I am. I have a feeling many of you…
Note to the Reader: There are 2 possible endings. The reasons are explained after the story. See which ending works best for you, before you see why I offered 2 endings. I would love to hear back from you. Harriet couldn’t decide if she should wear a mask or not. It wasn’t required since they…
I really do love my kids. I always wanted kids. I got lucky. My husband wanted kids as much as I did and he’s a great dad. I was blessed with three of the most adorable children, and yes, of course I’m biased, but I think they’re cuter and smarter than any kids I’ve ever…
Notes to the readers: This was particularly difficult to write. As a writer, I get to distance myself from some realities because I can create characters and scenarios, instead of committing to believing in something. Writing for me is like acting for some people. I’m sure you’ve heard directors tell actors that they…