I decided to post this story after reading an essay on Red Ravine called Why Writers Don’t Write About Sex.
Virgin Births
By Christine Swint
I first noticed Luke Ogden’s angelic smile during Algebra class. He turned his head to look over his right shoulder, and cherubic rays beamed from his eyes straight at me. [...]
Crabapples and Sand
By Christine Swint
Crabapples strewn about the yard,
I gather them from the dirt
between the roots.
The brick apartments
shaded, a yard dotted with trees.
Sunlight, red leaves, the fruit
red, striped with black hidden
in my hands.
She turns to look
Don’t eat them you’ll get
A stomachache.
Standing in shadows at the edge
Of our play, the mothers
Murmur their concerns.
The beach, flat, stretches
Like [...]
Lucy needs a vacation from her co-workers, but it doesn’t look like she’s going to get what she wants. Read more by clicking on this link:
Glady’s Pipp and My Headache
CNN is calling on the public to nominate heroes. They ask us to consider what qualities we find heroic, and to think of a person in our lives who exemplifies those qualities.
I’ve been reading a book called The Hero Within, by Carol Pearson. The book outlines six predominant archetypes that show up in the [...]
Lucy’s already had it with summer. Read why by clicking here:
Summertime Blues
My fictitious friend Lucy had a rough day on the last day of school. You can read about her harrowing experience by clicking on this link: Reflections on the Last Day of School.
Ms. LaVerde is a high school teacher in Cotundy, Georgia whose chief complaint is the lack of interest and abilities in her students. You can read up on her trials and tribulations by clicking on The Diary of Lucy Laverde, under “my pages”.
I’ve recently started a meditation practice using a CD and a book by Sharon Salzberg and Joseph Goldstein, two of the founders of Insight Meditation in Barre, MA. I share this new practice in a spirit of happiness, not pride. I add this disclaimer, because I don’t want to sound like a spiritual snob. [...]
I dropped off my youngest son at his friend’s house for a band practice, after which the boys headed for Mellow Mushroom and an all night video gaming party. Yes, I said all night. Ten or so boys spent the night at a lock-in, a relatively recent phenomenon. A game room in our area [...]
Woody Allen’s famous quip about dying sums up what I think about my own death: “I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.” Annie Dillard has said that Americans think they can skip death. When I view my life in a microcosm, my world of strip malls, subdivisions, [...]
