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sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.21.2013
December 21     Not My Best Friend   No matter how tightly I hug a lump of coal I will not prevail in turning it into a diamond.  Some days I accept this better than others.  My desire may affect the coal, but this affect is not diamond producing; though it is stress...
raymond-mallette's picture
Oct.14.2012
     Clicking away. The camera never stops. It captures that which others take for granted. That sunset that others block with sunglasses, the photographer captures within a moment of time. A moment, that, if not appreciated would be lost forever. The child eating an ice-cream...
skip-williamson's picture
Apr.01.2012
Saturday, July 15, 1995 Rudnick came to me in a dream. We're in a house together and he is very sick. We're with a Sicilian, his hair slicked and his shirt open flaunting gold chains, dangling charms and regalia that are insignia of his malevolence and dominant masculinity. This Italian is the...
kimberly-llewellyn's picture
Apr.27.2011
While the main character (or protagonist) of your story should be front and center, your secondary characters need attention, too. If you have a “best friend” in your story, have you fleshed out this role to its fullest? A  best friend can come in many shapes and forms, but always serves a purpose…...
patricia-struntz's picture
Mar.30.2011
There he is, only a few hours old, stealing away my heart. He does it quietly with soft grunts and squeaks –and quick little breaths inside his warm blanket, making my cradling arms simultaneously weak and as strong as iron. Welcome tiny grandson! Your mama is radiant, your dad casual in his...
marcella-maggio's picture
Jul.29.2010
Had I known it would be my final day by his side, I might have stroked his coat or kissed his nose a little longer. Yet, the only person who knew that Blackie and I would be separated was the one who planned the entire event. Seated in the car, my father drove Blackie and me out to a vacant lot...
leslie-musoko's picture
May.02.2010
When you have come to your knees as many times as I have you begin to wonder whether anywhere else is safer than what you have found. It is hard to differentiate between standing or sitting, walking or running, shouting or just plain talking because the extremes between each of these actions become...
margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Jan.17.2010
My best friend died on the morning of New Years Eve day.  I had been with her a few days earlier, told her I loved her, told her goodbye as I hugged her. I was numb with grief.  The next few days before her funeral I stumbled through my days sometimes screaming at her, "Peggy come back, Peggy...
margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Dec.29.2009
My best friend is dying.  We have been friends since fourth grade back in a small farming community called Petersburg, NE.  We have hiked together, swam together, ice skated together, traveled together, been Maid of Honor at each other’s wedding.  Her husband walked me down the aisle; my husband...
linda-spear's picture
Dec.24.2009
It wasn’t because I wanted to go to Costco, or even needed to get there, but my best friend, Ali, was dead set on shopping there for parts of the feast she planned to serve her family that night. Soy cream cheese:  Didn’t even know it existed, but her daughter in law, Regina doesn’t eat regular...