Category Archives: Guest writer
Fifty Years, Part 1
By Paul Ketterer Part 1 in a 2-part essay Fifty years ago, I graduated from Madison Central High School. All that is left of the building is the arch formerly over the front door of the building, facing the 200 … Continue reading
Beginnings
By Doug Elwell I’ve never been old before so I guess thinking often of endings is a sort of beginning. As I near the end of things, I’m beginning to look back to beginning things. Panda sits on his shelf—the one … Continue reading
The Gayest Christmas Tree
By Dhyan Atkinson The most beautiful Christmas tree I ever saw was crafted by the gay guys downstairs when I was living in San Francisco. One of them was an airline steward who flew regularly to Hong Kong. One year … Continue reading
A Funny Thing Happened On My Way To The Mikvah
by Melodee Leven Currier According to Jewish law, a child is considered Jewish only if the mother is Jewish because you always know who the mother is, but you don’t always know who the father is. My parents were like … Continue reading
An Ode to Neville
By Jules Sanderson This is a reflective piece, looking back at my time as a student, sharing a house with one of my best friends. We are best friends, bonded together in that intense, competitive form female friendships sometimes take … Continue reading
Mother’s Circus
By Donna Biddle When I went grade school in Terre Haute, Indiana in the 1940s, schools had more leeway as to when you went to school and what could be a reason to let school out early. I particularly remember … Continue reading
The Sharpshooter
By Joan T. Zeier When I was growing up on our Columbia County farm, changes came slowly, if at all. Same landscape, same cycle of seasons, same activities, year after year. Even inside our farmhouse I can visualize the placement … Continue reading
Scattered Drops of Rain
By Doug Elwell The little village of Pinhook is a speck almost lost in the boundless patchwork quilt of corn and bean fields that covers the east central Illinois prairie. In the mid-fifties there was Ike. The boys were back from … Continue reading
It’s a small thing
“It’s open, Mamaw! Halloween Express is open. We have to stop and buy my costume,” exclaimed my five-year old grandson as I navigated the rush hour traffic on Verona Road. “Stop, Mamaw, stop!” implored my grandson as we drove right … Continue reading
The Light of Cancer
By Mary Joan Nastri I ran a red light, late one August evening. Couldn’t sleep, so I took myself for a ride. I felt as singular on the road as I felt sitting in the doctor’s office, with my family, … Continue reading