Memoir: Driving Lesson Adventure My dad tried to teach me how to drive when I was 16. “You have to learn to drive a stick shift. For emergencies. Like a

Memoir: Rite of passage:  learner’s permit, tense lessons from a parent, afterschool drivers’ ed class with gory crash movies as cautionary tales. Escape chariot:  ditching fifth period physics to join

Essay: He’d been thinking about becoming a disappearing hippie for years. There were plenty of reasons to get away. Among them, sex-drugs-rock-and-roll beckoned. He’d been waiting to escape, though, holding

Poetry: If you get behind a Ford Fairlane on a truck bed you must speak the name as it passes. First the clouds are scalloped, then oooph into big monoamniotic

Memoir: I’ve been a part-time wife for the last 18 years. Then, my husband retired from his gone-half-the-time career as a pilot. After flying all over the world for two

Memoir: “Do you know anything about pennies?” Rob asked. “No.” Now what? I wondered. One morning, as I walked down the center aisle to my desk, I noted a colleague,

Essay: “How do you feel about your wife’s job?” This question changed my life. It was early 2010 and I’d owned my own small corporate training consulting firm for nearly

Don’t ask me the name of our street some tree name—alder, aspen, oak? The FFA barn across the street spewed boys beating their cattle to make them mind. My father

Fiction The fever raged. Her thoughts ran wild, as did her dreams. When the DC-10 began to twitch like a convict strapped to an electric chair, Scarlet Diggs began to

Poetry: Autumn moves into winter with a clear intent to let go. Winter has no problem waiting in silence – Its icy grasp gathers around trunks freezing roots and blackening