Getting from the back of our attic to the master bedroom can involve (A) 50 paces and 14 stairs or (B) one large step. Usually I take the 50+14 because it doesn’t include smashing through a plasterboard ceiling with my body followed by a drop of ten feet to the floor and the possibility of…

We didn’t know it for sure at the time, but I think some of us suspected it: our long summer, which had lasted like twenty years, would end in a letter personally addressed to each and every one one of us. The letters were from Uncle Sam began with the word “GREETINGS

It’s a beautiful day and just perfect for you to join me on our morning game drive. It appears that this small herd of giraffe was on a mission.

An unforgiveable family debt brings Jack Perle from the shtetls of Eastern Europe to the docks of Philadelphia where he plots to collect from those closest to him.

In 1999 Dr. Renée Richards kept a detailed diary of her personal and professional life. An internationally renowned eye surgeon and teacher, her specialty was strabismus, a condition where the eyes do not properly align. It was an eventful year. Medical practice was changing to managed care and she adapted. The hospital she had helped…

The year 2020 has affected everyone in some way that you probably never planned. For me it was the year I could finally share my passion without losing friends or boring everyone at the party. Let me explain…I am totally passionate about the wildlife and tribes of Africa. It’s been part of my life since…

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…