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…
By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Preface After graduating from the University of Texas with a degree in pharmacy during the height of the Vietnam War, I was able to get a draft deferment to attend graduate school at the University of…
By John RC Potter This is not as much about an old antique trunk as it is about my sister, Jo Ann, and perhaps more importantly, about her childhood sweetheart, Paul, whom she married at a very young age…
By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Prologue At a very early age when I started grade school in 1951, I saw that the white kids at my school were the ones favored by the teachers, especially those who were smart and popular….
By William T. Hathaway The waves of war are rising again around the fragile ship of our civilization, threatening to sink it to the depths of barbarism and radioactive megadeath. The principle to preventing this is stated in the constitution…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Cabbie He drives through the highways and the inner roads. He is older now, and lived in Michigan. In fact, Michigan must have been his hey day, speaking colloquially, for he mentions it a lot. We…
By Vanaja Malathy The enchanting Denver city in the US that I have come to stay in, has beautiful parks. In spring and summer, it’s a treat to walk in these parks. My daily routine included a morning walk in…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Songs of Love and Mourning, 4:07 on the Clock, Kaleidoscope Travel Observations Princess America and the Desert Wind The bus goes through the desert beige and I fall quickly and quietly in love with the world…