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 September 2010

Thoughts from the Editor
    
~ Kate Lydon

Stories

The Night Heron
     ~ Barbara Fryrear

I could write of a spiritual journey.  What it is that my body is trying to say and how I shall learn from all this and be on a higher plane when the surgery's over, or through it and on the other side.
 
      But I keep switching between physical and spiritual.  Today I think I need to just get done, so the house and Jack and the wash and all will be ready for a week from tomorrow.


A Conversation about Gifts
     ~ Sandy Lichtenstein

Sandy, do you think we got fewer gifts because we were twins?

Definitely, Linda.

Staying the Tears
     ~ Patricia Zita Krisch

Her childhood had provided plenty of practice with little good-byes. I cried the night before her first birthday because she'd never be a baby again. I cried the first day of nursery school, of kindergarten, of first grade, of high school. I cried after putting her on planes to go to summer camp and prayed God keep that plane in the air. But always these tears were away from her.


My Unrehearsed September
     ~ Kristin Flick Strid

It is an end of the summer, pure blue morning, eleven days before Peter’s wedding.  Peter is our number four child who lives in New York City. He and Trish decided they wanted to be married here, in the Philadelphia suburbs, away from the city, near trees. It has been a joint family effort planning this event. Their big day is the only thing on my mind this week; count the number of guests, get the table place cards ready, order the ivory table cloths, check on the florist.

Dad and the Cats
     ~ Kate Lydon


Whatever anyone says, it’s not true that my father hated cats. He told me himself that he liked cats, and dogs too, for that matter, so long as they lived with someone else.  The problem was this: my mother loves cats, and my father wasn’t good at saying no to my mother.


Poetry


M.D Flynn: 2 Poems

          Notes on the Second String B

      Birth Day


Joe Quinton: 3 Poems

      "Raise a flavor from the graveyard"

        SEPTEMBER

        SEEING

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