Just Wait and See: Chapter 1
~ by M. C. Pehrson Emma Winberry had always loved the very first day of a new school year, so fresh, so full of promise. While her father adjusted his bowtie at the living room…
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Those Were the Days: A Nostalgic Reflection on Walt Disney’s Disneyland
Television arrived at our San Fernando Valley home in the early days of broadcast, thanks to already outdated sets that my dad brought home and got working. Since we lived in the Los Angeles area,…
Beyond All Control
~ by M. C. Pehrson The horizon flamed as Vulcan’s star, Eridani 40, gradually sank below the vast rim of the desert world. Unnoticed by anyone, a dark-haired boy quietly slipped from the back door…
Christmas Memories
When I was a girl in the late 1950s and early 1960s, my parents always bought a real Christmas tree. I remember the wonderful pine fragrance as we decorated it. There were two kinds of…
Disaster Strikes: A Firsthand Account of the Carr Fire
The morning of July 26, 2018, began like any other hot summer morning in Redding, California. It was Thursday – grocery shopping day – and once again we went over-budget on our food. Among other…
Flame of Truth
Glorious flame of Truth, Make of each heart a candle And send us out into the world To spread Your light. Oh, may Your goodness shine Into every shadowed corner And finding stricken lives Dispel…
East to Chicago: A Memoir of 1920’s America
In the fall of 1924, Dad and Mother decided to take a trip back east to Chicago so Dad could visit his siblings, nephews, and nieces. This was heralded by us kids almost as much…
An Observation on Gender Identity
Scan a listing of local births in any newspaper, and you will find only two categories: girl or boy. But that label only describes the physical aspects of our bodies, for as children grow, it…
Honeybee: Chapter 3
It was a short, silent ride to the Kester house. Papa parked in the gravel driveway that fronted the boulevard, and then walked Emma to the door. She felt angry and humiliated as he introduced…
Honeybee: Chapter 2
“Well, Emma Winberry, aren’t you just the cutest thing!” The old clapboard house was pleasantly cool inside, but Emma’s face burned from Mrs. Kester’s attention. Ducking her head, she mumbled, “Nice to meet you.” Susan’s…