Memoir: I’m smiling from ear to ear when I decide to move to a tiny town in eastern Washington with my abusive partner, away from my family and everyone I

Memoir: I’d been divorced twice and had a child out of wedlock. I was in no mood for marriage. I did want to date, though. I fantasized I’d meet a

Nonfiction: Ah, gratitude: a simple way to honor the place in which you find yourself; an emotion that encompasses the breadth of a life and lights the sometimes stony path

Poetry: Hiking along rugged, tree-lined trails Deep sobs emerge from hidden woods. A scent of gratitude fills the frosty air. There is peace in surrendering to sadness. Fighting against the

Poetry: Love the Kamo River, its waters turned blue from rinsing the indigo dyes of kimonos. Love the hummingbirds. Love the koi who swim like kings even though, without their

Memoir: We hadn’t performed together in over 35 years. Yet here we were, about to go onstage in front of nearly 100 people. The 1979 Encina High School Madrigal Choir

Memoir: We had planned to go to Europe that summer. Then a pandemic happened. Unable to fly overseas, my husband and I strategized: How would we escape the stifling Arizona

Essay: One summer vacation, a stranger appeared at my family’s front door. It was 1960, the year before I was born, so I wasn’t there to see the puzzled look

Recipe for Camping: Fiction Have fun camping! Living off grid, no cell service, no heat, no fluffy bed, no teddybear. What to take? Not much. Leave your house. Bring your

Prose Poem: Tourists, jammed into their cars, RVs and our streets, wander, looking for the perfect experiences to capture the construction of unforgettable moments. Spending hard earned time and money