by Carolyn M. Crane | Oct 4, 2016 | Back Yard Days, poetry |
All of us, post-storm cold morning In the tiny cabin. Pups cozy in kennels Till almost eight—when Jess runs them to the big pen And starts up the garden gen—power for this keyboard. Tap tap tap in the old, cold lean-to that is my office. Cassidy’s soft laugh from the...
by Stephanie Hayes | Sep 20, 2016 | Essays, Series, Travel |
Pre Camino My housemate keeps asking me if I’m scared or anxious. I keep saying no, because I am not. Maybe I should be, but I have no fear or anxiety. I am simply grateful and excited. In less than two weeks a friend and I are flying to Madrid for a couple of days,...
by Robert Lee Haycock | Sep 19, 2016 | Humor, poetry
Fossils Arranged Numbered Measured Dead Yet sometimes of a late night we like to dance around the store room and watch ourselves gavotte. We whisper stories one to another of our fleshly selves before the landslides of life overwhelmed us and of how petrified we were...
by Kim Bateman | Sep 17, 2016 | Essays, Philosophy, Psychology, Series |
Storyteller and psychologist Kim Bateman begins her series Death Dialogues with this essay. I Pledge Allegiance to the Republic of Not-Dying Hap has been wrestling with lung cancer for many years. And by wrestling, I mean more of a dance, where one is acting and...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Aug 29, 2016 | Essays, Humor |
I’d never had surgery before, so I was uncertain what to expect when I walked through the doors of the Tahoe Forest Ambulatory Surgery complex in Truckee last week. It was 6 a.m. I was past being nervous at that point. I found myself determined, grateful, and open to...
by Kim Bateman | Aug 29, 2016 | Essays, Folklore, Psychology, Series
Imaginative Healing I heard this story around a campfire in Carpinteria, CA in 1997. I was unable to find a written record of it so I am re-telling it here to the best of my memory. In the early 1990s a nineteen year old woman of Mexican descent lived in a small,...
