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Thursday, January 15, 2015 to Sunday, January 25, 2015
  • Chapter One Dana Gerard’s pulse quickened as she scanned the horizon. The sky glowed the murky greenish-gray color of a bruise, and a menacing wall of clouds rolled in the distance. She knew a possibility of rain had been forecast, and she’d been hoping for a good, steady shower – the kind that sank in deeply, nourishing farmers’ crops, one that would wash away the dirty browns of winter and give life to the budding tulips and iris that had just begun to dot her neighborhood. But that scenario seemed unlikely now. These clouds carried an ominous threat. Pulling he ...continued...

  • By: Darlene  Deluca
  • Thursday, December 11, 2014, 3:54:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, January 25, 2015 2:54:00 PM
Hamster Wheel
Sunday, April 13, 2014
  • Today we woke up to more of the same. A howling wind and violently flapping tent walls. We discovered that the wind, which is from the north, is rapidly pushing us back to our start location from yesterday. We call it a hamster wheel when the ice beneath our feet moves as quickly south as we move north. Since we are tent bound I have felt a survival mode kick in with both of us. I found myself hoarding the last of my Pop-Tarts as I secretly tried to eat them inside my sleeping bag, denying their very existence when questioned by Mike over the noisy wrappers giving me up. From the crunching ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:35:00 AM
Saturday, November 22, 2014 to Tuesday, December 02, 2014
  • FRIDAY, JUNE 03, 2005 [first published] SLICK OUT "Here they come. You ever notice how kids and bovines travel in herds?" These were the last words I heard him say. Twenty minutes later the state of Missouri executed Richard Adrian Marsh. At 12:01 a.m. on December 1, 1997 he was pronounced dead. I met Richard Marsh when I was writing an article on the state's legal system for a Kansas City magazine. It had taken six months for him to agree to see me. What finally persuaded him was an article I'd written several years before while living in Florida. He was born in ...continued...

  • By: walter  winch
  • Monday, August 04, 2014, 6:05:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, December 02, 2014 11:20:00 AM
One Goal at a Time
Friday, April 11, 2014
  • Today was brutal. The cold was so intense you had to think long and hard before you took off your gloves to decide if what needed doing was worth a period of intense pain. By far our coldest day yet. During the day I realized how many arctic visitors, like Scott's expedition, had met their fates. Don't get me wrong, Mike and I are in very capable hands and doing quite well, but today's intense cold, with the addition of a stiff breeze, made me understand how many of these explorers, who all embraced life, could simply give up and succumb to the cold. With no food or limited shel ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:42:00 AM
Jesus' Return
Wednesday, October 15, 2014 to Saturday, October 25, 2014
  • This is taken from my first devotional book, Daily Walk with Jesus available on Jesus’ Return Galatians 1:4 “Who gave Himself for our sins, that He might deliver us out of this present evil age according to the will of our God and Father.” As the day of Jesus’ appearing in the sky draws nearer, we see a more definable difference in those who truly have Jesus as their Lord, and those who don’t. For those who have put their faith and trust in Jesus, there is special protection in this scripture even in calamity and a promise of delive ...continued...

  • By: Sally  Jadlow
  • Friday, November 18, 2011, 7:16:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, October 25, 2014 4:19:00 PM
Ozark Mountains Outhouse �Privy�
Thursday, December 28, 1939 to Wednesday, December 28, 1949
  • i created an audio CD of my award winning fishing stories (sample) and when i finished and had space for one more story on the recording i decided to do something out of the ordinary so i wrote a story about the outhouse on our farm when I was a kid growing up in the Ozark Mountains. A structure sometimes called a 'privy', which most people who lived outside of the cities in America had at least one of before indoor plumbing and electricity came to their neck of the woods. During the course of my youth and the times I frequented the little white ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, November 15, 2014 10:33:00 AM
boyfriend requirement list
Monday, June 23, 1986 to Sunday, June 30, 2002
  • Tall Cute Muslim Great English Confident Not skinny Working Great prospects <span style="color:# ...continued...

  • By: abayomi  tahir
  • Sunday, August 05, 2012, 9:08:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, August 05, 2012 10:52:00 AM
How I changed from English to Irish during three rugby matches
Friday, August 01, 2014 to Monday, August 11, 2014
  • My metamorphosis from English man to Irish man took place between the ages of 10 and 14. In the early 1960s, my father brought me to my first England v Ireland rugby match in London. I was then supporting England but I didn’t mind if Ireland won because I did not want my father to be unhappy. It was a magnificent experience, one which has left an indelible impression on me. Our seats, which were just in front of the touchline, were positioned a couple of feet below the level of the pitch; as a result, whenever play came near, the players seemed like giants, except for the English r ...continued...

  • By: Daniel M  Doyle
  • Monday, August 11, 2014, 5:49:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, August 13, 2014 6:15:00 AM
Johnny's Shack
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
  • Johnny’s Shack Published in Kansas City Voices ©2004 I drove through downtown Kansas City one evening recently and heard the sound of the blues in the distance. ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, July 10, 2014 4:57:00 PM
The Nightmare
Friday, October 01, 2004 to Tuesday, September 30, 2014
  • ~As he made his way down Columbus Avenue in the city of Middleton, Dr. Jameson was sure she was following him, hiding in the shadows, waiting patiently before making her move. The restaurant, his destination, wasn’t much further. Dr. Jameson wondered if maybe he should have phoned for that taxi, but it was a warm September evening and the walk would do him good. He could turn back; he was only a block from home, but he pressed on despite his uneasy feeling. The disturbing quiet of a usually busy city rattled him. It was as though he was the last survivor on the planet. A noise s ...continued...

  • By: Vicki  Zell
  • Monday, October 27, 2014, 11:15:00 AM
  • updated: Monday, October 27, 2014 11:21:00 AM
Friday, January 02, 2015 to Monday, January 12, 2015
  • Happiness is not being pained in the body or troubled in the mind. There was a time not so long ago when I could barely walk or move easily at all. My livelihood was being taken from me and I was depressed and miserable. Doctors told me that my arthritis could be managed but that it wouldn't get any better. Well it DID GET BETTER. Because I did something about it. I educated myself, I learned to lap swim. I listened to my body and developed a bodyrolling technique. i experimented. I found myself out of necessity chasing arthritis relief nearly everyday. I also found that with out a doubt a ...continued...

  • By: Edward  Cook
  • Monday, January 12, 2015, 10:12:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, January 15, 2015 10:56:00 AM
i don't sing at birthdays
Wednesday, August 20, 2014 to Saturday, August 30, 2014
  • i don't sing at birthdays I pedaled my Schwinn Autocycle along the gravel road beside the Waterman's south pasture. The rutted road rattled the front fender almost enough to drown out my rendition of Gloria in Excelsis Deo. Almost, but not quite. Four of Charlie Waterman's cows standing by the fence-line mooed in tune to my song. I switched to Christ the Lord Is Risen Today near the intersection of the gravel and paved roads. Two lanky, flop-eared, black-and-tan hounds crawled out from under the front porch and added their howls in accompaniment. They ...continued...

  • By: C.M.  Lance
  • Saturday, August 30, 2014, 12:22:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, January 08, 2015 5:00:00 PM
Monday, November 24, 2014 to Thursday, December 04, 2014
  • Chapter One Matt Dalton held his breath. The doctor removed his glasses, and tapped them against the document in his hands, his blank face conveying nothing of the opinion he was about to render. “Mr. Dalton, based on this report, I’d say there’s about a ninety-nine-percent chance this boy is your son.” Matt’s pulse raced. It’s what he expected, but the doctor’s words of confirmation made it real. Holy Christ, he had a son. He was a father. Nothing so profoundly life-changing had ever happened to him, and it took his breath away. He s ...continued...

  • By: Darlene  Deluca
  • Thursday, December 04, 2014, 10:48:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, December 04, 2014 10:58:00 PM
Where Things Live
Thursday, April 10, 2014
  • In order to prepare for this trip Mark and I went to a 3 day shakedown camp with the guides in January. We spent two nights in a tent at minus 20 Fahrenheit. The guides talked about knowing where all of your gear is at all times. They would say for example to keep your lighter in the same pocket and if you need it, it is there. And as soon as you are done put it back because it lives there. This is crucial in the arctic because we have limited space and you need to keep track of your gear. Too much energy is spent looking for something and if you are freezing you need it right away. Anyone ...continued...

  • By: Mike  Ketchmark
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, April 23, 2014 9:52:00 PM
Friday, September 04, 1953 to Wednesday, September 04, 1963
  • SURI’S HEART Kishinev, Moldavia A House in the Jewish Quarter December 1846 by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “Yussel!” Papa pounded the table with his fist. & ...continued...