Written by Terry Ward – She slapped me hard. Really hard. Like a cold, winter wind stings your face. But it was May at my elementary school playground, not winter. A sixth grade cookout fundraiser for our school. Many parents and children standing in line for their meal. I wasContinue Reading
Written by Eddie LeShure – This is the third and final part of a three part series and was written in April 2003. Exchange rate: $1 = about 9,000 Rupiahs. Time to head north to Sangatta. The last thing I wanted to do there and then was to get on anotherContinue Reading
Written by Tom Davis – Tomorrow I’m going to start writing—seriously writing. For years now, I’ve always wanted to. My husband and I have talked about it. He swears I’ll be great. I’m an avid reader, articulate, and can turn a phrase better than most. I have important things to say,Continue Reading
Written by John Swart – From August 2014 – Welcome to Oregon – August 8, 2014 – Greetings, all! – The very formidable, fiery, smoky state of California has finally been put behind me after 1700 miles and 104 days (give or take a few). I feel very fortunate to haveContinue Reading
Written by John Swart – From July 2014 – Heavy Truckin’ to Truckee – July 4, 2014 – I’m currently in tourist-gorged, beautiful Truckee, taking a day of rest and revitalization at a trail angel’s home before forest re-entry early tomorrow. After last report from Bridgeport, I embarked on a ratherContinue Reading
Written by John Swart – We’re picking back up on John’s adventures hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. – From June 2014 – Striking Scenic Gold in the Sierras. June 6, 2014 Hello from Bishop, California. At last report I had just entered the mighty Sierras and have now had over a week of hiking throughContinue Reading
Written by P.H. Fraser – I remember… the day was idyllically bright… early June… flawless warmth of a fresh season waving winter a final goodbye. We met unexpectedly in the woods beside the mountain river, running loud and fast with spring rain, winding with the road downward toward the sea. YouContinue Reading
Written by Cameron Aviles – “When are we going home?” There was a long moment of silence in a barely lit train car. The lights from the lamps along the route every four seconds were the only source of light getting in. The light reflected off of Sarah’s gun, aContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – Ice cubes swirled in the clear brown liquid. I lifted the glass, took a sip. I’d seen a lot in my day. Nothing shocked me anymore. Surprised, maybe. But no shock. Until Mildred Bloomingthal came into the saloon. First: No one would expect Mildred to enter,Continue Reading
