The View from our Lanai by Linda Freedland

On that humid summer morning, I’ll never forget the way the sun shimmered on the green lizards inhabiting the grounds behind our condo, which sat on the edge of a golf course. Sipping my morning coffee on our second-floor lanai, I watched, fascinated, entranced, as these reptilian creatures from the lost lagoon lumbered out of … Continue reading The View from our Lanai by Linda Freedland

Yangtze River Sizzle by Mary Perrin Scott

On that steamy humid morningI will never forget theThe sound of the cruise ship’s motorA China River cruise onThe longest river in the worldThe Yangtze River to becomeKnown for the Three Gorges Dam.Boarding the cruise shipIn the port of ShanghaiEngines and adventures startUp the mustard coloredSnake - like placid river.The ship coolly airconditionedThe outside observation … Continue reading Yangtze River Sizzle by Mary Perrin Scott

Never Forget… What? by Duane L. Herrmann

“Do you remember,” Rafiq idly asked. “That hot, humid summer morning when Mrs. McConnely slid off the roof? I’ll never forget that afternoon.”“When the bees swarmed into the kitchen?” Shindar asked in return.“That’s because Mom slammed the pan into the wall too hard and broke through their hive.”“The buzzing was affecting her brain.”“But it was … Continue reading Never Forget… What? by Duane L. Herrmann

Hip, Hip Hooray by Mary Perrin Scott

Hip, Hip HoorayThe mail arrived todayMailmen and MailwomenJim and Elizabeth and millions morePony express, trains, planes and trucksDeliver our daily mailMagazines, packages, billsLetters, baby announcements and holiday cardsJust some of what they bringWe wait to see them turn the cornerMail bag over their shoulderA smile greeting us at the doorLet’s celebrate these men and womenWho … Continue reading Hip, Hip Hooray by Mary Perrin Scott

Thanks, But No Thanks-idays by Douglas Paul Deneen

“Grinch.” “Grouch.” “Humbug.” Burt’s been called every name found in books about holiday killjoys. His wife, kids, and in-laws all chime in. His sisters stopped sending Birthday, Anniversary and Christmas cards. His own mother once said, “You know what you are? A Scrooge. You’re a Scrooge.” Burt knew he’d earned most of those titles, but … Continue reading Thanks, But No Thanks-idays by Douglas Paul Deneen