By: Bill Gruber Before it downsized to Twitter, blogofdeath.com was the go-to place to find obituaries for (their words) “famous, infamous and interesting unknowns,” which was where I first read about the life and times of the late Norbert Arnold…
By: Jun A. Alindogan My fascination with the English language began in my high school years. This was also the time that I got hooked into reading and enjoying Tagalog “komiks” serials that I borrowed from a store which charged…
By: Bruce Levine Daisy’s Life Driving to Florida Daisy loves the car, so a 1400-mile trip was perfect for her. My wife and I are only good for about 6 hours a day, so we made lots of stops. Daisy…
(It is a chapter from Barbara’s yet-to-be-published memoir, “First You Grieve.”) By: Barbara Chiarello “Writing is like drawing poison out of your body, saving your own life — or the life of someone else.” — Donna Freitas Not Alone When…
By: NB One This title may trigger your curiosity a bit. It’s either you are married, or a single mom. But how can you be both? This world is full of married single moms. No matter the ethnicity,…
By: Garry Fourman On a dreary Friday afternoon during my second month in Fiji, heavy rain began falling just as I was leaving the university. I was feeling a bit stressed—frustrated by the weather, communication challenges with some students, faculty,…
By: John RC Potter Every family has a history filled with stories, recollections, and memories. Over time, these reminisces take on a life of their own, but a note of caution: they will only remain alive as long as someone…
By: Torsaa Emmanuel Oryiman Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! There were moments—long, aching moments—when it felt like nature itself had turned its back on me. As if the very earth I walked on, the sky I looked up to,…
By John RC Potter It was one of those chilly and snowy evenings in southwestern Ontario that seemed to be worse back in the mid-70s when this story takes place. My younger sister Barb and I were pleased to…
By David Sapp Catechism We were Catholic simply because Dad grew up Catholic and remained so because President Kennedy was Catholic. We rarely missed Sunday mass at Saint Vincent de Paul, the limestone Neo-Romanesque church surrounded by a black wrought-iron…