By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Prologue “Danny, that’s great news you’re coming to KU for graduate school to study pharmacology and toxicology; perhaps we can share an apartment”, Carlos excitedly told me over the phone. “I’ll see you in a couple…
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…