Saying No to More by Rebecca Brooks It’s true, I could give more. There are 24 whole hours in a day so I could probably spend more time writing and less time queuing up Buffy reruns. I could make decisions
Hi, Today is the one year anniversary of the beginning of this new life of chronic illness for me. It has been–not going to sugarcoat it–pretty awful on a whole learning to adapt to the way my body works now.
I could give more thought to dressing in a Halloween costume if it didn’t look like a pervert’s fantasy… by Calinda B Okay, I know, you’re over Halloween and onto Thanksgiving. And it’s a good thing, too, since you don’t
by Belinda Mcbride Today I want to share a little about my brother-in-law. Over the years we’ve had our ups and downs, for some good reasons I won’t go into. But mostly he’s a stand-up guy and I admire him
Why My Mom Wouldn’t Want You to Smoke by Grey Kelleher Whitfield from NIGHT GAMES When I was twenty-three, my mom was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Before that, she had smoked a pack a day for nearly twenty years.
by Allie K. Adams Friends and Foes, eh? Boy do I have a story for you! I love writing stories! Then again, that’s what I do. 🙂 I love telling this story. It’s how I met the hubs. It never
by CeCe Osgood Thank you, Ali, for letting me be a guest blogger today. I’m in Texas where I like to celebrate the end of summer with a Hallelujah! Why? Because maybe, just maybe, the 100 degree weather will drop
by Rebecca Brooks What Summer Should Be This year I spent the last two weeks of July in the Pacific Northwest, exploring Portland, taking day trips around Oregon, heading up to Seattle to visit friends, unplugging in the Cascades. It
by Collette West Summer memories are made at the ballpark. The Charge bugle call. The Day-O chant. The Zorba the Greek clap-along medley. Once I’m in a baseball stadium full of people responding to these crowd-rousing calls, I know it’s
by Sayara St. Clair Summer loving, short and sweet. I was nineteen and it was the summer of…quite a while ago. At the time I was one of those shy, studious, responsible types. Okay I’ll just spit it out—I was