by Dianna Sinovic I found the rooftop garden because of Captain America. We’ve become close friends, he and I. He depends on me for fresh greens, and I depend on him to keep me from taking a step off the ledge. It’s the silence that unnerves me. Not absolute silence:…
by Marianne H. Donley I lend books to just about anyone who wants them. Sometime even to people who don’t. I never worry about getting the books back because I have a handy-dandy book embosser. I stamp from the Library of MH Donley right on the title page. Most people…
by Carol L. Wright When I got the email from an unknown “attorney,” addressed “Dear Samuel Giffords,” I didn’t give it a second thought. Next to Nigerian princes, a fake inheritance from a long-lost relative was among the most popular scams out there. But when I took another look, I…
by Marianne H. Donley I don’t have The Shopping Gene. I hate shopping. Honestly. I would rather iron wrinkled cotton pleated skirts. I would rather have a tooth pulled without drugs. All right. All right. I would rather clean bathrooms than go shopping. Considering I live with men who think…
Dad Stories by Peter J Barbour As the Jeep made its way up Route 402 just above Marshall’s Creek on the way to our grandparents’ home in the Pocono Mountains, we’d pass Resica Falls, the Boy Scout reservation. You could predict Dad would point this out to us as we…