There are glimmers. Throughout the day. In the night, in the nodding-off moments that could be sleep, could be elsewhere, could be another life once lived or the one still to come. Fleeting. Blinks. Blink once: you are six. Twice: … Continue reading →

They were the only guests at the resort, other than me. Resort is a strong word—it was a few small cottages and a lawn. I was relieved when they arrived, no longer finding myself all alone in a tiny town … Continue reading →

Golden Boy is shaped somewhat like a honey bear with his conical red party hat. He appears to have a contended stillness to him, a fixity that is deceiving. You will notice that at any moment he might start making … Continue reading →

If God said congratulations you’ve won the lottery you get back twenty-five years and I’m on the blue and maroon couch again dazed as I stare at my unwrinkled forty-year-old hands then the screen door slams and I hear a … Continue reading →

Spring is here, a time of renewal and honoring those who embody the joie de vivre that the season inspires. We would like to dedicate this April issue to a good friend of mine and Laguna Writer, Don Skipworth, who … Continue reading →

I’m happiest when I’m baking a cake. In fact, when I was four years old, my brother said I once walked through the living room on my tip-toes, where all three of my brothers were sitting, my empty hand flexed … Continue reading →

Please do not tell me again that “you just need to follow the directions.” You must be kidding! Have you noticed how bakers always appear so humble and sweet as they toss off how easy it is to bake their … Continue reading →

No one ever tells you about the birth of a mother. No one ever tells you how she comes to be, instantly, and at the same time, gradually. There is no handbook, no manual, no recipe to follow. Just a … Continue reading →

He sat on the flat roof of their apartment building cross-legged. He came up here to ponder the moon. He couldn’t see the stars—too many city lights. Who would have thought that the street lamps and fluorescent office buildings and … Continue reading →

Historically, it was Wendy who cooked rigatoni with summer squash and breadcrumbs, but now it was Mel at the helm, salting and peppering to taste, even though these days, Wendy couldn’t taste much. Mel was sixty-six and picking up the … Continue reading →

There are things she remembers: saying, “Thank you,” the thirst for Orangina, her grandmother’s tomato salad. But most other things are revelations to her. Everyday, there is shock when he hands her a battery-powered toothbrush, the weight of it in … Continue reading →

When I pick you up, you turn me into an autoworker in Detroit who made this old wreck convertible we ride in to a movie and dinner. At the movies, you turn me into the leading roles, the cinematographer and … Continue reading →

I gaze at the horizon, where the water meets the sky, and think of all the times in my life I have done this. Each unique, sometimes alone and sometimes with others, each making a mark on the yardstick of … Continue reading →

  As the light returns, we bring you nine wonderful pieces. Two of the pieces speak of the latest retreat in Puerto Vallarta. Our writers are: Merijane Block, Courtney Harrell, Max Perry, Iris Fluellen, Tom Harrell, Michael Holland, Cathryn Lewis, … Continue reading →

You are made of almost nothing You split into the heat To be ceaseless movement You fall with the other husks of summer So here you are, doing it again. So here it is, happening again. You have taken her, … Continue reading →

I laughed, “You’re exaggerating a bit, don’t you think?” He shrugged, “I think your memory is just bad.” Come on,” I pointed, “let’s go. We need to get our shelter made for the night.” Slowly and carefully we made our … Continue reading →

Puerto Vallarta kissed by the sun dressed in green and blue hills filled with towering palm, agave, deep-rooted hube de oro monstrous árboles, boughs, dripping tendrils searching for the wet earth

Sunday’s Super Bowl was the most watched program—and I use the term “program” loosely—the most watched program in the history of television. I saw this on the Huffington Post and immediately posted it to my Facebook page. Not many people … Continue reading →