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When Evert and I joined the Dutch team for an International Photography Competition in north-central Turkey, I never dreamed I'd be writing fiction about what happened there.

Hers develops into the better photograph, though I saw it first.

Nor would…

One last goodbye kiss to winter – Decay of the Dark is a story that reminds us that the dark can be a friendly place. Without the dark, we cannot see the light, just be in a searingly bright world…

Murder Ballads are going out of style, for good reason.

When news was shared in song, this was a way to preserve a particular story, and these songs were about real people, real crimes. But somewhere along in the last…

Funny how words take on new meaning. Agency was where I worked; I opened an advertising agency in Phenix City, Alabama once upon a time. Agency can mean effective action, as in, My new love was the agency of old…

What's it like to move to a new country? Hannah gets a few eye-openers when she moves to Barcelona…and as you may guess, some of it happened to Evert and I.

I'm happy that my story The Way In is…

When bad love hits like a hurricane, you come up clutching and gasping, grabbing anything handy to get to shore.

If you recognize it.

Sometimes we love too much, too deeply, too kindly, to see clearly and then you can…

A young mother faces lifestyle choices at her first Grateful Dead concert in Phoenix. Feel Like A Stranger features fried chicken, loose dogs, and the Go-Gos. A fiction story in the music literature magazine The Syncopation Journal.

Join a UGA college student who enters a Wet T-Shirt Contest and experience a cold splash in Free Tits! (Reader's Tip: use the More ellipsis to magnify or download the story for easier reading.)

"You perfectly captured the collisions between…

A Flash Memoir and Collage by Deborah Wilbrink

It had been a long day, fun and fishing on the ocean. Now I reached into the back seat of the new-smelling coupe for my purse, wanting to refresh my lipstick during…

“Dad saved some letters. I thought you could have yours back, if you want them,” said my brother, as we had an open-air church-served lunch on the farm after the funeral. Reading them brought back memories of my own life…

Minister Diane Dowgiert offers thoughts about the use of journaling as we reflect, transition, and plan for the New Year:

The month of January is named for the Roman god Janus. Depicted with two heads, Janus looks both forward and…

“Leave 'em alone and they'll leave you alone.”

The startled snake coiled in the clearing, reared, rattling, ready. My beagle barked furiously. I held him back, but continued to watch. At thirteen, I wanted to experience and observe this famous…

Will this be the year you write your book? The year to write your memoir? Write your family history? Publish your manuscript? Save the stories of your  loved one? Many try, but few complete. If you’re wanting to complete your…