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...

“A mother who has had a baby in the hospital should insist on keeping him with her 24 hours a day. Unwrap the baby, keep him in your bed,...

(Content warning: this story contains sensitive material related to child sexual abuse. Please read at your own discretion.) The music...

My father had moments of crystalline clarity in which he would say something that would stop me in my tracks, making me pause to catch my...

Willie sat on a week's old newspaper on the corner of Michigan and Adams, across from the Art Institute in downtown Chicago. It was a...

When Dad was dying the nurses bound his hands in yards of Ace bandages so he couldn’t pull out the life supports. The Buckeye Bomber, a...