Linda Parsons: Visitations
Everything seems to glow richer before first frost, a last hurrah before the ghostly breath passes over.
December 22, 2020 · 11 Comments
BJ Ward: First Thanksgiving
A chair was never emptier
than on the first Thanksgiving
after my father died.
November 26, 2020 · 5 Comments
Christine Skarbek: A Personal Pantheon of Phenomenal Fellows
On this Thanksgiving, I survey all the deliciously delightful people who have touched my life and kudize them all. However, there are four in my personal pantheon that are absolute standouts. Oddly, they are all men.
November 28, 2019 · 2 Comments
Arlene Weiner: An Oven Bird (with apologies to Robert Frost)
We’d eaten quite as much as we were able of the brown bird that stood mid-meal, mid-table. We’d carved and passed it. Some had taken seconds, and when we pushed … Continue reading
November 27, 2014 · Leave a comment