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