By LindaAnn Lo Schiavo “Bohemia is a place where everyone is as good as everyone else!” In January 1971, when I was working a full-time job while attending college and trying to launch myself as a freelance writer, I had recently moved to…
***TW for descriptions/mentions of abuse, sexual violence, and miscarriage*** May in Michigan makes me miss past lovers. The warmer days (but not too hot yet) lead to open windows, and open windows lead to sensory memories like – bachata from passing cars,…
I know why people make such a big deal out of the first time. It’s the only thing you can never do over. Like — your favorite food never tastes as good as the first time you had it! And, that joke is…
By Dori Owen My fondest memory of summer growing up in small town Arizona is my brother and I riding our bikes to the Elks Lodge swimming pool, about four blocks from our home. The pool seemed nearly Olympic-sized to me as…