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The MOTHER Box

For the Unmothered, it's confusion That comes on Mothers' Day. Whom should I honor? he shrugs. Mothering is more than giving birth. … [Read more...]

A Sweet Memory

“Come on, Princess. Let’s go get some chocolate bars,” Dad suggested. It was a special treat every now and then on a hot Canadian prairie evening for just the two of us to walk to the store after supper. … [Read more...]

Time Travel

The secret of time travel is a matter of mind over time. Studying a photograph, I wing through time like Wendy and Peter Pan, flying backward through the century against a headwind to find a lost family. I reach out my arms through the decades to embrace my mother, aunt and grandmother on a spring day in 1912. … [Read more...]

Introduction from new member

Hello fellow writers, I just joined NAMW and would love to "meet" the rest of you. I have signed up for the teleconference on 4/23, have had my book reviewed by member, Sharon, Lippincott, and am about to share my first story in this Cafe. Looking forward to connecting with all of you soon. Karen Walker http://www.followingthewhispers.com … [Read more...]

San Joaquin Bloom

It's February in Ripon. At the Wilma Street overpass, A wide black ribbon narrows away Curving through morning haze Toward a rose-tinted sky, disappearing Into a milky sea of almond flowers, And the fragrance of Bloom pervades. It's a magic time when girls smile, Boys tuck in their shirttails, And comb their hair. An Almond Blossom Queen is crowned. The Sunday sermon is on brotherly love. Geometric rows of gnarly brown trunks and scaffold limbs Are canopied by clouds of blushing blooms. And in … [Read more...]

A Marriage Tie That Binds

It wasn’t my fault when I threw away my new husband’s paycheck—after all, I tidy up the house—and our marriage vows hadn’t stipulated, “Thou shalt not throw away thy spouse’s paycheck.” I considered denial, running away from home, or shifting the blame for this transgression. A twisty tie and a twist of fate redeemed me. While I taught school in the early 1970’s, and my husband attended Northern Arizona University and built houses for a contractor on the side, we lived in a … [Read more...]

Rain by Morgana Hunter

The third adult in our family of five kids and two parents was our German shepherd, Rain. I was a newborn when my father brought him home as a puppy tucked in his work coat pocket. Mother named him Rain for Mt. Rainier, which was visible from the hill above our house in Washington. In the beginning, Rain and I were roommates in my baby crib. He could escape through the bars to visit with the rest of the family at will, whereas I often found myself locked up in my jail waiting for a lovely … [Read more...]