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Looking Back

Jul
27
Posted at 4:07 pm

Her name was Ethel. I didn’t know it at the time, of course. To tell the truth, it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the music was playing, the dance floor was beckoning, she was woman, I was man. Let’s dance. I know – I was married. It was OK. My wife, Anita, [...]

Jul
19
Posted at 4:01 pm

“That’s it! I’m through! I’ll not take another step!” William threw his tired teenage body to the ground in the sparse shade of the first tree they had seen in several days. Caroline stood beside him anxiously, torn between love and loyalty for her older brother and the fact that the pioneer wagon train was [...]

Jul
14
Posted at 9:41 pm

There’s no other way to say this: I screwed up. Three weeks into a new job, and I make a mistake that my boss calls “extremely embarrassing” in a company-wide e-mail – which, by the way, he writes because he feels he needs to explain that what I did is something no one on the [...]

Jul
07
Posted at 9:38 pm

Lauren and Travis chatted casually as they drove down the highway. It was past dark – a little darker than usual because of a missing street light or two. But their mood was light and the music on the CD player was upbeat. It was a great night to be young and alive. Suddenly the [...]