Once again, in what seems like a flash, we are gearing up for the rite of passage August always brings; that is right, we are talking about going back to school. This year instead of choosing which superhero or princess will be emblazoned on children’s backpacks and lunchboxes, or weighing […]
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Found Letter Confirms Mermaids are Real.
CHANNEL 17 EXCLUSIVE It was another ordinary day for 27-year-old Kenz Callaghan. She ate her normal breakfast of an egg in an avocado before taking her dog for a walk on the beach. This was her every day routine, but what she encountered on this particular trip was anything […]
Local Plumbers Write Plea for Help.
Dear Editor of the Mushroom Kingdom Tribune: I hope this letter finds you well. Thank you for allowing this piece to run. My twin brother and I run a plumbing business that covers all of Mushroom Kingdom. We are running out of options on how to proceed with doing our […]
Missed Connection: Me, Prince Charming. You, a Blonde Woman Who Left Behind a Shoe.
With that act of sheer defiance and impressive maneuvering of hors d’oeuvres, I knew I had found the one I was meant to be with forever.
5,578 Miles To Heal My Broken Heart
“Not all those who wander are lost.” My father took his last breath at home. No hospitals, machines, wires or drugs. “I want to die peacefully in my own bed” he said. We honored his wish and with the help of a hospice nurse, he passed with all of us […]
When Everyone Has a Circle, Our World Is a Better World
I’m a yoga pants girl who rarely wears makeup. But man do I love a good wedding. Getting dressed to the nines, slipping into some sexy heels, and imbibing all the wine—I soak up every minute. Known for my signature one arm up “woo-hoo!” move (which hasn’t changed since college, […]
He Protected Me From The Grave
She sat quietly on my bed, trying to calm my tears, as I wept into the pillow. We barely knew each other, but as my new roommate she was aware that my dad had recently died. She had heard me crying and came to check on me. IÂ finally felt myself […]
My Father’s Hands
My father’s hands are much like my own. We share the same stubby fingers, the same thick thumbs. Our smallest digits, the pinky fingers, spin off at an alarming angle at the last knuckle although my father’s are more pronounced than my own. They are good hands and ones that […]