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Summer’s Day by Kayce Stevens Hughlett
Violet, my 7-month-old granddaughter, and I lie on the ground in the backyard, a worn orange polka dot bedspread beneath us. Vibrant green grass surrounds the orange and Violet’s eyes reflect the...
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Shaved Cabbage, Kohlrabi and Carrot Slaw from Rochelle Bilow
Raw, raw, raw. All I crave in the summer are vegetables in their purest states. The trick for a fine raw slaw is to shave the vegetables as thinly as you can. Here, i eschew the traditional...
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Chance Encounters by Dianna Woolley
“Connection and intertwining of one’s human relationships…..the “scratch” that those connections make upon one’s personal being albeit their having come from or delivered to artist, spouse, mother,...
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Summer Camp by Amy Tingle
I never went to summer camp as a kid. So I created the summer camp of my dreams when I grew up. I dreamed of a huge light-filled studio bursting at the seams with art supplies. I dreamed of cartwheels...
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The Tunnel by Christa Gallopoulous
She wandered through the immaculately manicured gardens that day, late in the afternoon when the summer sun had heated the pathways and burnt away the morning fog. With the broad stone walls of the...
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The Joy of Meeting an Airplane Named Chuckie
I had admired her from a distance, lusting after her and her sisters through various photographs I had seen over the years. Coming face to face with her was a defining moment, though and I believe it...
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…from a million flowers
“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.” –Ray Bradbury *Ray Bradbury is an American Author Image: by Debra Smouse...
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Those Glorious Dog Days of Summer by Jennette Nielsen
I’m remembering those glorious dog days of summer, when they were smaller, and younger, and they would fall asleep in the car on the way home from the lake each day, exhausted from the sun and play...
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how to celebrate August by Maya Stein
Make your own popsicles. Watch a Little League game. Take time to sew a button on something rendered unbuttonable. Write a letter by hand. Contemplate a road trip. Stop reading about famous actresses...
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Farewell to Summer Love Notes
When I woke up Monday morning, a peek beyond the covers showed nothing but darkness. I assumed there must be hours to go before waking time. JB is out of town and instead of curling into him so that...
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