Author Archives: first person productions
If You Give the Old Folks a New Trailer…
By Joan Connor I happily bicycle up to my trailer, climb the three fold up steps, fix a meatloaf sandwich and wonder if I will go home tomorrow. Home to a house that holds me hostage to my stuff. Is … Continue reading
Happy International Women’s Day!
This morning I invite you to revisit a post I published here on March 8, 2012, about my personal connection to International Women’s Day.
The Grief Compactor
By Sarah White My best friend died. It’s that simple, just a dull, dumb fact. She passed on May 1, 2020, of a cancer detected so late she—and I—and her sister—barely had six weeks to get from “oh no!” through … Continue reading
Shadow Puppets
By Marlene B. Samuels My father had grown somewhat soft and lazy during the two years since our family had emigrated to the United States, a laziness that began to blossom the Saturday he pulled into our driveway with the … Continue reading
Lentil Underground: Renegade Farmers and the Future of America, by Liz Carlisle
Review by Sarah White Who are we, these people who love to read about people who start businesses, plucky Davids in a world of corporate Goliaths? Lentil Underground is the kind of book we delight to stumble upon, then wake up early … Continue reading
Viewing Life through Loss
By Brenda Thomas It takes about three steps to get from the door to the mailbox perched on a post next to the front porch. Regardless of the Minnesota weather, I take that short walk sans coat. If the porch … Continue reading
One again, it’s time to “Throw me somethin’, Mister!”
Mardi Gras arrives February 16 and, even though January and February parades have been canceled (like just about every other fun aspect of life in COVID-world), one tradition continues: it’s time to “Throw me somethin’, Mister.” It’s not plastic trinket “throws” … Continue reading
Despite Covid19
By Kurt Baumann According to Webster’s Dictionary, the word “serendipity” means “the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought.” My old fifth-grade teacher explained it as “looking for something and accidentally find something else.” That describes my … Continue reading
Salama Who?
By Marlene Samuels Almost everyone in my family had some kind of crazy weird foreign accent, as did almost everyone in our immigrant Montreal neighborhood. Jake, my brother, and I had a saying between us: “If you’ve got an accent … Continue reading
Grandpa
By Patricia LaPointe My Grandpa Pasquale was my best friend when I was four-years-old. He had to be. I was given the American female version of his name. He understood more English than he could speak so I needed to … Continue reading
True Stories Well Told 