It started as so many things did at the Hub. Dog days, Sunday afternoon quiet had settled over Atlanta, Idaho and a turpentine haze from the hot pines softened the edges of the mountains and forests. Abbie’s 1924 Roadster was …
Amazing, all the other missing things Keith found that afternoon.
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John Sheirer lives in Northampton, Massachusetts, with his wonderful wife, Betsy, and happy dog, Libby. He has taught writing and communications for 26 years at Asnuntuck Community College …
I take an empty box and pack away his things. The house is a mess, books and magazines stacked against the wall (one pile has fallen over), dirty dishes in the sink, on the counter, and table. A thick layer …
Losing a first tooth, pencil marks on a door frame, or buying a first training bra, all represent a rite of passage. Ariana Morgan, my friend and fellow competitive swimmer, served as the conduit for another. She changed me without …
As my husband, Si, and I leave Atzompa, green pottery capital of Oaxaca, we wave down a local taxi. Unknown to us, the taxi is a collectivo, operating much like a bus. The driver collects six fares instead of one …
Why is it that when you tell people you are having a colonoscopy or any procedure, they proceed to tell you about their own negative experience or someone else’s extremely negative experience?: “You do know that doctor punctured my cousin’s …
Tears dried, she straightened up. He wasn’t worth the salt.
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Julie Howard is the author of the Wild Crime mystery series, with a paranormal mystery to be released in 2019. She is a former journalist and editor, and has …
Now, check this out. You know me, I’m smarter than the average bear, right? Now, I see the floods on the east coast and the massive storms in the south. Right here, in my own home town, I can smell …
“Your breath smells like the dog’s.”
“Yours smells like his ass when he farts so bad Grandpa sends him down to the basement.”
“Shah, they’ll hear us.”
“Think they’re going to let us go?”
“Don’t turn my way when you …
The station sits almost on the corner of its block, its dusty blue paint unmistakable even in the shadows of the clouds that drift overhead this fading fall afternoon. It is one of the last of its kind – a …