On The Fate Of Dorothy Parker’s Ashes

It’s been 50 years since Dorothy Parker‘s death. She died – not from suicide as her poetry would have foreshadowed – but from a heart attack at 76. Though they didn’t know one another at all, she left her entire estate to Martin Luther King, Jr. Sadly, he was assassinated a year after Parker’s death…

The Mother Of All Fathers

For the first 49 years of my life, my dad and I had this sort of relationship: (PHONE RINGS) DAD: Hello. ME: Hi Dad! It’s me! DAD: Hold on, here’s your mother. It wasn’t that we had any animosity toward one another, we just never talked. And if we had to talk, it was normally…

I Know You Love Bernie, But…

I am a liberal. A progressive. A Democrat. I’m the daughter of a blue-collar, tool and die maker who spent the majority of his life working for the auto industry in Detroit. I’m the granddaughter of a man who was on the front lines at the birth of the United Auto Workers union. My blood…

Saying Goodbye To My “Second Mom”

In our lives growing up, if we’re lucky, we have a “second mom.” The mom of our friend who takes us under her wing and makes us one of her own. That second mom to me was my Teta Norma Bogoevich. Or Teta Morna as I called her. Norma’s daughter Melanie was, and will always…

To My Animal Companions On Mother’s Day

  Though I’ve never had my own children, you are my children. Though you didn’t come through me, you came to me. Though you were all grown when you entered my life, you still needed me as a child needs a mother. And I needed you. I fed you, and comforted you when you were…

Rock, Paper, Scissors: Why Love Trumps Terrorism

By: Lisa Goich This morning we opened our eyes to yet another brutal terrorist attack. This time, an airport and a subway station in Brussels were blown to bits by radicals who believe that their actions are mandated by their God and that we—the infidels—need to be eliminated in order for their mission to be…

The Day An Earth Angel Crossed My Path

On January 6, 2015, I found myself in an underground parking garage in full tachycardia fearing that I was going to die. A woman came out of an elevator, saw I was in distress, and asked if I needed help. I told her I was scared and needed to get to the ER, but didn’t…

The Shed

By Donna Dunn This is a short story written by a high school friend, Donna Dunn. Donna was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2000. With MS in its advanced stages, she is wheelchair-ridden and unable to type because of severe tremors. She had a friend type this story for her. Donna wanted to have this…

The Place Where No Hope Meets Opportunity

It was 5:15 in the morning on Saturday, June 13th. The phone rang. It’s never good when the phone rings at that time of the morning. Especially the home phone that no one ever calls. My heart jumped on the first ring, as my husband groggily reached over to his left to pick up the…

The Prettiest Girl In The Room

It was my freshman year of college. Central Michigan University. The Wayside bar. I was in the ladies’ room primping, I’m sure, for my crush Rich Baskins – just in case he happened to show up that night. Brushing my hair in the mirror, a girl next to me asked if she could use my…