It is unclear whether memory gaps or lapses are primarily genetic. According to web sources, deteriorating memory conditions such as...

I didn’t know at the time how I came unstuck. It happened on a day like any other day. I was taking a walk in my neighborhood. I do this...

The white GM box truck with ‘J Corduroy, Antiques – Collectibles’  on the side in scraped brown paint bounced us as the big tires rolled...

The forest seems intent on healing me. Take today, for instance. I was walking on the trail, taking notes on Shakespeare. My latest...

Which is the more difficult thing to do—love your immediate surroundings for the way they nurture you? Or hate them for all that they’ve...

After I rescued Louis, friends said I’d find a new social life at the dog park. My puppy and I would be welcomed into a community of dog...

All this happened back in 1965 when the Vietnam War was raging, and my high school pals and I were reading  MAD Magazine  and  The...

Those who do not want to lose their blindfolds for fear of the light, deserve the dark. – Quechan proverb   Cusco, Peru   "Not far now!"...

O, we don't give a damn for the whole state of Michigan The whole state of Michigan, the whole state of Michigan We don't give a damn for...

Tension: On the Way to Robben Island by Keith A. Barker. 2013. Digital print.     The Catholic sister smiled kindly as she pushed the...

A few weeks before the Fourth of July, I was curled up on my couch, enjoying the soft light of the patio through my sliding doors, ready...

I was club hopping with my BFF, Jeannie, when I found myself, in deep trouble! This was the 1970’s and it was quite popular to go to a...

“Titles matter little. We are the children of our works.” —Don Quijote de la Mancha     Madrid,  23 de junio, 1656, Stilo Novo          ...

(content warning: this story includes references to domestic violence.) As a cradle Catholic, I always knew you needed your faith to do...

1 My knees and hands were bleeding and hurt like the dickens, but I was still holding onto the seashell I had picked up from the darkened...

It’s been over a year of darkness, and I am longing for the light of a new dawn. The memories of what brought me to this place are so...

I paid a goodbye visit to Windburn Barn figuring a bunch of college kids would have rented it by now, but there were no cars in the...