By Gus Mosso, Cape May. I was born in Brooklyn during the Great Depression The youngest of six, not much of an impression Our flat, not centrally heated – I...

By Peg McIrvin, Villas. Canadian geese scatter Cox Creek and swing several times through December warmed thermals. Like them, we listen to abated winds, even check calendar on penultimate day...

By Carol McDowell, Erma. I’m secure in one fact–not the lies & half-truths; And that always soothes. My body is weak–age and illness have taken their toll. I can no...

By Joan Mahon, Villas. Christmas has always made me feel sad. As a child growing up in Brooklyn, I could never understand my dad’s reasoning when it came to some...

By Ray Lewis, Corbin City. Ariana was than nine, her sister Jillian one year older. Each possessed a kindly heart. Cats and kitten responded to them with purr, dogs of...

By Mary Kugler, Erma. “Knock, knock, anyone home?” “Come on in, Patty, be right there.” “No problem, I’ll just pick up the ornaments off the floor.” “What ornaments?” said Jan...