Bob—The Railway Dog By Robert James Taylor Adelaide, South Australia- 1882. Bob, at nine months old, left his home, and his career as a locomotive hitchhiker began: he would acquire an insatiable thirst for train travel and throughout his lifetime he would travel thousands of miles in South Australia. He would get to know …
Ramblings From The Ranch At The Ranch, dogs from the Lake Chapala area who are abused, homeless or abandoned (often all three) find a refuge where they are well taken care of until they find a forever home. Generally, The Ranch focuses on medium and large dogs, but there are times that the guidelines …
Served And Deported By Luis E. Gutierrez While sitting at the Army Wings in Ajijic, I´ve noticed the replica soldier sitting at the bar as you walk in, and it reminded me of all the young soldiers risking their lives for the great nation of the USA. There are several veterans that gather together …
MAHALO By Laurie Long I want to say a few words about the Hawaiian language. Hawaiian seems to consist almost entirely of vowels with a few, lonely consonants thrown in as afterthoughts. (Our Hana campground, Waianapanapa, is a good example.) You probably know that ‘aloha’ means both hello and goodbye and has a generally …
The Quest for the Elusive Mung Beans(A Visit to Abastos) By Chuck Bolotin Like an aspiring knight in a medieval fairytale who had been told to bring back the egg of a fire-breathing dragon or a nascent American Indian brave who had been given the task of producing a specific feather from a fearsome …
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POETIC By Margaret Ann Porter Jean was running away from a storm and feared that all would be lost. The weather outside was clear and cool – her mind had conjured up the wind and lighting and thundering hail. Two kids were safe with grandparents, her babies, a boy not yet out of diapers …
Trump Voters Anonymous By Fred Mittag Hi. My name is Wally. I’m a recovering Trump voter and I’m here tonight to tell my story. This is part of my recovery and I thank Trump Voters Anonymous for being here. This group is a place where a grown man can cry and will find understanding. …
The Ways I Do Not Love You I do not want to count the ways I do not love you. To do so casts me too solidly in your image without your excuses for doing what you did: that you were crazy-jealous, crazy-in love, crazy-in rejection, crazy period. I had always wanted to be …
Giving Thanks By Janice Kimball MFA Our lives are filled with twists and bends, joys and tragedies; events happen that cannot be foretold on any roadmap. But every day is a new beginning, another opportunity for us to make an expression of who we are. I am a writer, so I guess it comes …
Practicing Patience! By Kathy Koches Those who know me, know that patience has never been, nor will it ever be, my strong suit. It is something I have had to work on my whole life. I don’t like waiting for surprises, Christmas or trips. I want the answers to questions NOW (the Internet has …
