Essays

Don't forget the ones who seem to know exactly when you're sitting down to dinner...

The Piker Press celebrates its 12th anniversary this week. With Ndaba Sibanda, we exhort all writers to free the stories within them.

At least he did not endeavor to shave his head with a mandoline...

Part of the problem is that doctors like to play with ALL their toys...

Can Klingons eat meat on Fridays in Lent?

Exploration in the New World by European nations was catastrophic for the indigenous peoples.

Spring arrives in March, or at least it's supposed to...

Is it possible to take hope from an experience of the dark night of the soul?

You're only as old as you feel...wait, noooo!

JH Mae has an expert opinion on expert opinions!

Hoping for greater spiritual growth, Bernie Pilarski continues his Lenten task.

Have you grown anything spiritually?

Look around you -- it's happening even as you read this...

This Lenten Season, Bernie intends to do something different to remind him of what his life is about...

Just do it when no one is looking...

There's a much wider picture at work in our lives, as wide as the gulf between Life and Death...

"When Worldviews Collide." A look at the way First Nation peoples view their history and their origins.

What will you find if you don't let fear stop you?

Rich or poor, old or young, one thing we all share...

Hold a door open, pick up a book someone has dropped -- yes, the comfort of others!

Wouldn't any woman want to have teeny feet like Barbie?

Scott Archer Jones is currently living and working on novels in northern New Mexico, after stints in the Netherlands, Scotland and Norway plus less exotic locations. He's worked for a power company, grocers, a lumberyard, an energy company (for a very long time), and a winery. He is the Treasurer of Shuter Library of Angel Fire, a private 501.C3, and desperately needs your money to keep the doors open.

This is why Amazon Prime is successful...

A table for two, candlelight, a touch of fingertips...no, wait there's more to love than that...

If only birds could read, we'd put warning labels on the patio door...

Ten years later, twenty years later, such a different life, but still somehow the same...

In this entry, Richard Voza shares some thoughts on the poem's journey with the poet.

Oh, for the chance to get everything you ever wanted...but what do you really want?

Memories have a way of editing themselves -- especially holiday ones.