Contents: March 2010

Thoughts from the Editor
~ Kate Lydon

Stories

An Atlantic Lullaby
~ Molly Porth

During the winter and spring of 1994, when I was in kindergarten, my father taught at University College Cork in Ireland. We packed up, rented out our house in Pennsylvania, and moved to the Emerald Isle. We lived in a simple wood and brick cottage called “Trabeg” in the tiny coastal village of Fountainstown.

Chased by Books
~ Patricia Zita Krisch

Books have been ruling my life for decades. My husband mildly disapproved of the size of my horde when we met. But in a perfect case of bad habits driving out good, he not only failed to straighten me up, but took on my habits, instead.

Susie-Dog
~ Cindy Schwartz-De Vol

While my mom learned, trial by fire, how to raise a puppy, her pregnancy progressed. She laid newspaper throughout their small townhome and taught Susie proper toileting habits. My mom saved Susie from a neighborhood beagle bully, as well as from a twig that got caught in her developing underbite.

Gran
~ Dori Hoch

As I dusted the antique walnut and gold frame hanging on our dining room wall, I paused to focus on the figures in the one-room school picture. Yes, there’s my Gran. She’s in the first row, the second child in from the right with short, dark hair and that look of determination on her face that I knew so well.

Wisdom Teeth

~ Kate Lydon

At almost twenty-two, a recent college graduate with a BA in history, I figured that I would teach high school history for a year or two until I figured out what I really wanted to do, other than write, which I believed was not a way to make a living. I had heard that, at best, a writer could expect to be appreciated after death, which was not much help in practical matters prior to one’s demise.

Autobiography of Nathaniel Watson Ladd, part 6

My college education cost me about sixteen hundred dollars, and I earned all the money during the time, except about four hundred dollars which my brother Frank loaned me at the latter part.

Poetry

Joe Quinton: 4 Poems
     BREAKFAST
      self analysis
      GOING
    MOVING