CREEK ROAD GANG
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Contents: September 2009
Stories: Nonfiction
Grannie's House by Jo Christian Babich
We were the best of kids; we were the worst of kids. We were the smartest kids in the world; we didn't have enough sense to come in out of the rain.
Ruthie by Jackie Echteler
My mother never missed an opportunity to give me “character” lessons. I always thought that she took these lessons to an extreme as they often ruined my “free time” with friends.
The Bear by Terry Heyman
She wasn’t expecting a Christmas gift. He was at school on an athletic swimming scholarship and never had much money. Their romance seemed unlikely.
We were the best of kids; we were the worst of kids. We were the smartest kids in the world; we didn't have enough sense to come in out of the rain.
Ruthie by Jackie Echteler
My mother never missed an opportunity to give me “character” lessons. I always thought that she took these lessons to an extreme as they often ruined my “free time” with friends.
The Bear by Terry Heyman
She wasn’t expecting a Christmas gift. He was at school on an athletic swimming scholarship and never had much money. Their romance seemed unlikely.
Spanx? No Thanks!!!!! by Sandy Lichtenstein
So how was the cousin's wedding in New York you went to Sandy?
Oh it was good, Linda. I now have a whole list of things I will NOT do if I ever get the chance to make a wedding for Katy.
Visiting Papa and Eva by Kate Lydon
My mother has always held her father up as a paragon of genius, if not virtue, and my childhood was cluttered with her tales of Papa's brilliance. "He has four degrees!" Mum would tell us.
And All the Cokes You Can Drink: A Kid Learns to Fly, by Art Varley
In 1935, at age 16, I was a Great Depression kid seeking to become an aircraft pilot. At first when I wanted to learn to fly, I started making and flying model airplanes. I made them from scratch from balsa sheets and blocks, razor blade carved.
In 1935, at age 16, I was a Great Depression kid seeking to become an aircraft pilot. At first when I wanted to learn to fly, I started making and flying model airplanes. I made them from scratch from balsa sheets and blocks, razor blade carved.
Poetry
Kristin Flick Strid: 5 Poems
Growing Season
In the Family Waiting Area
Love Note from a Beach
House
My Thermostat
Protection
Mary Porth: 4 Poems
Epiphany at the Marriott
Remains (An Adoption Fails)
María from West Hartford
(By Way of Guatemala)
Santiago with my Daughter
Joe Quinton: 5 Poems
Providence
Dad
Wilkes-Barre
Driving
"Dance As If No One
Is Watching"
Janice Ewing: 3 Poems
Allowance
A Mother and Daughter
Bake Cookies, 1957
Portland, Oregon
M.D. Flynn: 5 Poems plus photos
Incandescent
A Letter to My Editor
In the Dust of Spyders
The Market Street El
Oh Oisin
Kristin Flick Strid: 5 Poems
Growing Season
In the Family Waiting Area
Love Note from a Beach
House
My Thermostat
Protection
Mary Porth: 4 Poems
Epiphany at the Marriott
Remains (An Adoption Fails)
María from West Hartford
(By Way of Guatemala)
Santiago with my Daughter
Joe Quinton: 5 Poems
Providence
Dad
Wilkes-Barre
Driving
"Dance As If No One
Is Watching"
Janice Ewing: 3 Poems
Allowance
A Mother and Daughter
Bake Cookies, 1957
Portland, Oregon
M.D. Flynn: 5 Poems plus photos
Incandescent
A Letter to My Editor
In the Dust of Spyders
The Market Street El
Oh Oisin
