The mattress was like a cruise ship, not thrilling enough. So the next day I decided to ditch the mattress and shoot the rapids on a styrofoam noodle.
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
We flew into Afghan territory at dawn, witnessing a spectacular sunrise over the barren, convoluted terrain. At 8 am we were over Kabul.
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
By Amelia Redl
I am stuck at home with my parents and my younger brother and we might as well enjoy this time together.
by Ilse Turnsen
“I perceived, heading toward me, a shimmering projectile, which as it neared, corporealized into a young boy, I judged to be about three years old…”
By Kimberly-Anne Ford
When my grandfather, who had hobbled my grandmother throughout their marriage, passed away, my Grandma became nomadic.
I wrote this true story years ago but the ending has never felt right, too ghostly to my science-oriented mind. Then last year in a crawl space I found the original journal from where the story originated.
Now it’s even more mysterious.
By Michael Cooper
I hold dear to my heart my Louisiana roots; its cooking, its music, its joie de vivre.
Post by Hilary Jocelyn – I suddenly and urgently want to be somewhere else.
Sharing our collective experience can help and it can also add a little levity.
Who knew there was a virus silently trying to infiltrate everyone’s bloodstream?