The Travelers
A family legacy short story by Jack Wallace J.T. heard the beat of horses’ hooves as he walked from the barn up the hill to hisfarmhouse. He stopped in the
A family legacy short story by Jack Wallace J.T. heard the beat of horses’ hooves as he walked from the barn up the hill to hisfarmhouse. He stopped in the
When we’re young, our lives as yet untouched by tragedy, we view each day not as a gift, but as a given.Then things happen, and if we are lucky enough
My sister, my brother, and I took piano lessons from a blind woman for three years. MissLove lived with her mother in a simple, white frame house, and her piano
(A Halloween poem, with apologies to E.A. Poe and B. Seger) Once upon a midnight sleepy, I sensed the presence of something creepy,A wraith appeared at my bedroom door, waking
On Saturday, Labor Day weekend, I woke to the news that Jimmy Buffett had died. I am not ahuge Buffett fan, I’m not a Parrothead, but I knew and enjoyed