The Blinking Game: An African American Woman Experiences India As a kid growing up in rural Illinois I learned a lot from our cow Lucy. When I wanted to get her attention, I would flail my arms in front of her face, point and direct her to “eat that grass over there!” Lucy would just…

Unk played the violin–well, he called it a fiddle–but he’d never play it when anyone was around. Except for Eleanor. He’d play it for her. But then they’d been friends for over seventy years, since they were babies. I think Unk was always sweet on her. That’s not to say they dated or anything, not…

I knew it had to happen someday. Everything changes. Nothing stays the same, so it is said. I’ve had my 1967 Corvette convertible for 20 years. I’ve loved it—driving it, caring for it, repairing it, babying it. Local driving, good weather only. It was part of my persona, whatever that means.

Daddy had one more story to tell about when he was a little boy. We didn’t ask him to tell us this one. He liked telling it anyway. “Der wuz dis big famly jes lak us, but dey wun’t po lak us. I seed dem girls in dey pressed white dresses always carrying theirselves lak…

When you read a medical story, it’s good to know that it’s written by a real doctor. Keith Wilson is just such an author. He recently retired and spends part of his time writing novels based on medical conundrums.

Lordy, my sister Whinny loved horses. Momma said they’d be the death of her. When she was little, Whinny’s bedroom was all porcelain horses, paint-by-number mustangs, and magazines about thoroughbreds and cow ponies. She had maps for a trip to Assateague and Chincoteague, where she’d to meet Misty and the wild ponies from the newsreel….

Warm-hearted, straightforward, and unafraid, Amor Fati is the autobiography of Denise Noella Kingsley, who learned to love her fate and through a life well-lived has inspired others to do the same.

Though it might seem preposterous that anyone could be ejected from an airliner and survive a nearly two-mile fall to the ground—such an event has actually taken place.  This fictional novel, Flyabout, was inspired by that amazing event. 

Maybe it was luck, or perhaps, Providence, the good Lord’s hand pushing me in the direction of the book section. There I was, minding my own business, trying to stay out of the way in Target, while my wife shopped. We needed shampoo, toothpaste, mouthwash—the usual stuff—for our trip east to visit my mother who…

Leaving the Ambassador’s suite, Alex admired the gorgeous sixteenth-century paintings hanging on the corridor’s marble walls. Ceilings were eighteen feet high, covered with more beautiful frescoes. All this priceless art was inherited by the Embassy when buying the building after the Second World War. He glanced at everything but was deep in thought. Taking the…

Clare Hollister is an American Poet noted for his celebration of all cultures that make the “American Dream” possible.

Before it came, she was unstoppable. She sliced through her days like an ice-cutter, breaking modest glass ceilings (they were more like plastic) and bypassing equators and border controls simply by staying put. She believed that to travel was to delay and to stall was to go nowhere

The TV in Memorial Hospital’s doctor’s lounge was on mute, but CNN’s running headline showed the grim news: May 28, 2020: U.S death toll from Covid-19 passes 100,000.

Shenandoah 2014 For many years the word Shenandoah has held a special place in my heart. There was the beautiful song by that name that was popular in my youth, but mostly my fond feelings come from the movie Shenandoah starring Jimmy Stewart. The young suitor of Jimmy Stewart’s daughter comes to him to ask…

What on Earth Happened? I went to school in the late fifties and sixties, and like the typical school kid, our lunch consisted of tuna fish, peanut butter, or bologna sandwiches on white Wonder Bread.