Rosie’s World

By Rosie Moore Fall has finally arrived, as denoted by the colder weather, and the falling leaves. Which brings to my mind those people who have no homes, people with no beds, no comfortable quilts, no warm clothing. They are called the homeless, of which there is a...

Short on sympathy

By Joe Rector Sometimes, fits of honesty come over me, even though I try diligently to fight them off. It’s during those times that being truthful makes me see and admit my shortcomings. Upon reflection, I finally have to admit that my negatives are glaringly obvious....

Beloved Country Doctor, Part 2

By Ralphine Major He was the only doctor in our rural community; he was kind; and he was Rada’s dad. Rada was my childhood friend from first grade through high school. The country doctor’s qualifications were sufficient for me. Now, it is truly fascinating to learn...

Thoughts of Autumn

By Rosie Moore It is that time of the year again. Nestled between the torrid days of summer and the icy days of winter is the  time to relax, enjoy, and be amazed by the riotous colors of the season. There is something about this season that makes one want to wax...