Short Stories and Essays

Angel on the Highway - By Carroll Helm

By: Sam Bledsoe on Friday, 14 December 2018

Angel on the Highway It was a cold Friday evening in February and I was traveling through the Smokey Mountains on Interstate 40 between Newport, Tennessee and Ashville North Carolina.  The sky was overcast although there was no forecast for rain or snow.  The highway was particularly crowded with tractor trailers, and cars whose drivers seemed to be late to some important event. I was drivin... Read More

'Twas Two Weeks Before Christmas

By: Cheryl Peyton on Tuesday, 11 December 2018

'Twas two weeks before Christmas, but in my new house There weren't any candles or evergreen boughs. No stockings hung by the chimney with care; No sign that St. Nicholas would ever be there. Nor could I nestle all snug in my bed As I hadn't moved in yet; but worked there, instead. So, I in my kerchief, wearing goggles and mask Was scraping a ceiling to finish one task. Whe... Read More

“Little Lord Fonzelroy” by Kaye George

By: Kaye George on Friday, 09 November 2018

Beautiful spring day in Ohio. Laundry room in the basement. Hanging clothes on the inside line from the dryer so they won’t be a wrinkled mess. My son, as usual, hungry for a snack. How does he always know when I don’t want to be interrupted in the middle of a task? Demanding a snack. Right now. A snack. “Did you hear me, Mommy?” Son, who skipped Terrible Twos, now four. Fearsome Fo... Read More

Social inSecurity, the Sequel

By: Cheryl Peyton on Saturday, 09 June 2018

I returned home from the Social Security office brimming with optimism. I had been treated courteously, taken seriously, and given a pathway to determine whether I was owed thousands of dollars in back retirement benefits. With my new-found hope I had to remind myself that my record still showed a zero contribution toward FICA (Federal Insurance Retirement Act) for the first four years of the 1970... Read More

Social inSecurity

By: Cheryl Peyton on Saturday, 26 May 2018

I sat in the car dreading to go inside. I was overdue by ten years, so why go in now? Worse yet,  I wasn’t any more prepared to be there than I had been a decade earlier. For years I had regularly passed by the neo-classical grey stone building set behind a car dealership on Kingston Pike, often thinking I should stop. Now I was parked in front of it. The two-story structure looked more like th... Read More