"What about your hope chest?" There was a protest in Mardi's voice. She even stomped her foot a little as Renee shook her head and sat the onesie back on top of the stack of baby clothes. "What about it? I told you I'm not doing that anymore," Renee did her best firm voice, turned her back on her best friend and headed towards a card table holding an asso...
(I did some work for some Jewish friends of mine, and told them how I loved to read stories and have them published. They offered to give me the true love story of a couple facing death over their love for each other. I found their courage and commitment truly invigorating and inspirational. I think it is one of the greatest love stories of all time. I think...
"Can we stay home from school another day?" Sable McKellen the youngest of the two twin sisters by three minutes, appealed to their Mother Josie who was fixing breakfast before heading upstairs to shower. Josie paused in flipping pancakes wanting to say yes, but knew it would be a bad idea letting her girls remain home so soon after seeing what they did ye...
My name is Joan, I live next to Mark who you heard from in New Home Comes with a Great View! To give you a little information if you have not read that story. Mark is our neighbor whose bay window faces ours, and with only 5ft (1.52 m) of space required between the foundation and lot line in our development, it makes our windows less than 10ft (3.05 m) apart...
It was a pleasant late summer Saturday evening and I was sitting out on my front porch, enjoying a beer and my beautiful neighborhood. It's a well-established area, with older, quality homes with large lots. All built before the tract-home trend, no two alike. It is a mix of long-term folks with a spattering of younger families. I've lived here for about sev...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. ***** Summer 1978 The monthly meeting of the Greenwood Tenant Association had ended a half hour before, but Neil Hanson had stayed behind to help with the cleanup. It was, the twenty-three-y...
This is a work of fiction. While the places are factual, all names, characters and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Getting divorced is a bitch, there is no other way to describe it. All the time and energy -- and money -- spent...
Towards the end of fall last year, my wife and I started a tradition with our neighbors. Every Friday evening, we would gather at one of our houses for a meal, drinks, and a board game. On this Friday, in late-April, we teamed up to empty two bottles of wine, and my wife successfully identified the murderer was in Clue. Because we were neighbors, there was...
For TDM ON THE FIRST WARM DAY last spring, I decided it was time to clear out some undergrowth around my yard. It had been 15 months since Trudy died, and I had done nothing except mow the lawn a few times without much enthusiasm. Some people manage grief by gardening or other useful activity. That wasn't my style, but now even I could see something needed...
Frank leaned forward to balance the weight of the pack as he stopped to catch his breath. He had left the Gold Creek trailhead at 6:30 A.M. that morning and had covered 12 miles of rough mountain trail since then. He was now only 100 yards or so from the top of Haden Pass. That's where the worst part began: a two-mile cross-country jaunt up the mountain with...