The Loss of a Great Grandfather (A Short Story)

Those damn bagpipes haunt my dreams, every single night. While the horned version is heard throughout the town every afternoon at seventeen hundred hours. That tune signals the end of the day and that the fallen have returned home. It has to be the saddest song in the world, in the history of music. A

#ASI: Cree Nations

Hi Cree, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself and your background? I’m a mother of two amazing sons and a grandmother of six great kids. I started writing when I was about eight or nine. I’ve always loved the written word – and have been a voracious reader

Widowed

I have posted this before, but in light of Veterans’ Day I thought it would be nice to post again. Widowed Lightning flashes as Kitt Raynes sits on her beat-up porch swing, listening to the rain pelt down on the tin awning. “You were born in the middle of a thunderstorm, you know?” She glanced