Sometime Past Midnight

By Jan Verhoeff I’d already traded my latte for hot cocoa, and my jeans for comfy sweats. The day was done, and I’d worn out my welcome there, I just wanted the new day to arrive. Sitting there by the fire, I thought I’d found a respite. But that wasn’t to be… Silence covered the flickering of the flames, the cracking of burning wood, and the chirping of crickets. I felt alone and secure in my surroundings. Never more alone than deep in a Colorado thicket, save the occasional howl of a coyote, or a snake rattling past. Hunger had … continue reading…

What if… I choose God.

By Sherry Settles Lately, although I hate it, I’ve been suffering from the “what if?s”. What if I hadn’t got cancer? What if I didn’t have these horrible continuing side effects from radiation and chemo? What if life had gone on as normal almost three years ago, and left out that chapter of our lives? What if I had not felt abandoned by some people during my illness? At about 4 this morning, I was lying in bed – tears falling because of the pain in my body and in my heart. As always, when I am awake in the … continue reading…

Dahliance

By Jan Verhoeff Lightning flashed, sizzled, and fractured the skies. Thunder rumbled, roared, and shivered the land beneath her bare feet. Rain splattered the earth, drenching her in chilling droplets that ran in rivulets down her body. She squished her toes together, holding the mud between them and cursing the land. As life drained from her body, she felt the demise of each soul that had surrounded her. Each one more promising than the last, and yet each one pulling power and life from her. They ripped at the silver chord of life, stretching it taunt, pulling at her, jeering … continue reading…

Tormented in the Night

By Jan Verhoeff Kassidy Thomas might have been a willing participant in the untimely demise of her partner, but she wasn’t willing to go down with the ship he captained. Determination was her middle name and she was out to prove herself, no matter what she had to do to accomplish the task. “Kass, I’m just not feeling a party,” his words would reverberate in her memory for as long as she lived. But she knew this moment had to end at some point. He’d chosen his demise and she couldn’t allow it to steal her away as well. She … continue reading…

Just a little lovin’….

By Kera Turner Bill Arnold penned a song in which he was the recipient of ‘just a little lovin’ back in the late 1950’s, and I grew up listening to that song. Either in person, with him singing from the big stage, or on the turntable at home, or randomly some disc jockey would pull it off the shelf and play it for listeners out in radio land. Back then, I knew the words and sang along. I hadn’t thought of that song for many years, until recently… I met a man named Bill who warmed up to my version … continue reading…

Voices from the Past

By Jen Once upon a time, there was a little girl who thought her Opa was the world… She would follow him around the house, helping him wire things, because he was an electrician. She would get her little popcorn popper toy, you know the one with the wheels and the clear dome with bright balls inside that would pop around as you pushed it, and she would follow right behind him as he mowed the lawn. He would scold her when she was naughty, and make her smile when she was sad. As she grew, her love for him … continue reading…

Ohhh Laurie Ann!

By Lori Simpson So my great Aunt Jane passed away on Wednesday. She was 98 years old. She was the last of my grandpas family still with us. She would always be so happy and excited when my grandpa would take us kids by the house. I will always remember her opening the front door wearing her cardigan sweater draped over her shoulders (even in July) and that big smile on her face. Her sweet voice “Ohhhh Laurie Ann” as she’d hug me, only to be followed by Nannie wiping her hands on her apron and then the painful pinch … continue reading…

The Banana in My Lunchbox

By Jeremy Fleming     Have you ever thought much of the banana? I hadn’t either until yesterday. For the past two days my lunch box had smelled of the banana I had accidentally left in there over the weekend. Now it was Wednesday and even though I had rinsed out the box, the sweetness of this tropical fruit could be smelled at the very lift of the lid. It may seem odd, but the experience of “lifting the lid” had altered the routine of my nightly commute home. Amazingly the savor of this simple fruit had given me great insight … continue reading…