Mickey Hunt is old enough to receive Social Security, but he recently took a couple undergraduate literature and writing classes at the public university in Asheville, North Carolina where he lives. The Harold stories originated from photographic prompts, including a boy sitting on a pony and a woman pushing a lawnmower while wearing her nightgown, eyeglasses, and a headscarf.
Thunder rumbled again from the southwest. The broad, two story house with its warm porch light might welcome him. But if a runaway had knocked on his front door long after midnight, his dad would greet the unlucky boy with… Continue Reading
As a child, our son Timothy told his teachers he was adopted. During adolescence, he wailed in misery, certain that his best friends had moved away. By age twenty, Timothy’s grief sank into glum desolation, and he would lie on… Continue Reading