Globe-trotting Travel Series #2 takes us to the home of writer John Sheirer in Northampton, Massachusetts as he reads us one of his short stories, The First Five Pages, which …
Day 33! Today’s poem is Every Time I Climb a Tree by David McCord. Being all cooped up in quarantine, it’s easy to get stuck in the negative spin we …
Today’s poem is by Oscar Gonzales and speaks of youth, when it seems that our elders will live forever and the days stretch on without end, full of joy and …
I think it’s nice to age gracefully. OK, you lose the youth, a certain stamina and dewy glow, but what you gain on the inside as a human being is …
The whiff of ocean on the southern breeze and the smell of burning asphalt brought back memories of summers past. It had seemed as though those sweet dreams of summer …
After all, we were young. We were fourteen and fifteen, scornful of childhood, remote from the world of stern and ludicrous adults. We were bored, we were restless, we longed …
There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a …
The wave of punitiveness that washed over the United States with the rise of the drug war and the get tough movement really flooded our schools. Schools, caught up in …
Time is not the great teacher. Experience is. A man may live a whole life, but if he never leaves his home to experience that life, he dies knowing nothing. …
