Minnesota
Blue Man
Blue Man written by: Bruce Snyder Alice knows she has just a few minutes before the wall...
Home To Evergreen
Home To Evergreen written by: Jim Bates “Glenn.” My wife Sue handed me her phone. “It’s your...
The Trip To Nativity
The Trip to Nativity written by: Jim Bates We’d always been close, my son and I, but in...
Face Mask
Face Mask written by: Jim Bates The invitation read, Time to celebrate. The pandemic is over and...
Calcium
Calcium written by: Jim Bates My grandfather was a milkman. He was an oversized, florid faced, jovial...
My Last Time Down Summit
My Last Time Down Summit written by: Michael Natt Running my race year after year Brought me...
Paradise
Paradise written by: Jim Bates My wife and I were sitting in the living room reading and...
To Hold A Hand
To Hold A Hand written by: Jim Bates “See you later,” I waved, “Hope it goes well.”...
Friends
Friends written by: Jim Bates Dave was sprawled on the couch watching the evening news when an...
Home For The Holidays
Home For The Holidays written by: Michael Natt I grew up in a predominantly Jewish area of...
Eaten Alive
Eaten Alive written by: Jim Bates Maybe it was my delirium. Maybe panic. But suddenly I could...
Blue Plastic Pool
Blue Plastic Pool written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin My mother sat for hours in the front...
Quiet Time
Quiet Time written by: Michael Natt This Saturday began like all others. Today though was my annual...
