I gave birth in a fluorescent-lit white OR at midnight. A blue surgical drape rose like a tidal wave over my head,
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Standing on the streets of Cleveland, shivering in the pre-dawn dark, I can’t tell which direction the wind is coming from, only
Life has no take two. Cherish it and live it to its fullest. I grew up with this saying from adults. Headmaster
When you find yourself knee-deep in shit, the first thing to ask yourself is, how did I get here? What choices in
March 17, 1992 I just tied a Quill Gordon lure in the shop. Nearly pricked my finger winding the fibers just right
It was me. I pulled the fire alarm. It was in between classes. Afternoon. Most of us had eaten lunch—those beef and
Sunday, 9 November 2025, 3:15 a.m. Delia was awakened by a pounding on her front door, the classic cop knock she remembered
The summer of my first kiss, I played French horn in a rodeo band. The annual Plainview rodeo was a big deal
So white. Dirty-edged though, like snow charcoaled with car exhaust Pale creamy, smooth as baby’s skin as my skin was once when
The Flyway staff is thrilled to announce the winners of the 2018 Sweet Corn Contest in each category: Fiction: "Rodeo Kisses" by
