Marita Walton
August was still in single digits when digital school bells announced the start of another year. How can it be?
Back in the day we had the school year and we had summer; two distinct seasons that did not overlap. Each held the other at...
The door opened, and it was as though the curtain parted.
I thought she might be the one, but there was a whisper of doubt.
I had not actually met her, you understand; I had only been one of thousands who had prayed for her...
Sipping early morning coffee on the porch in my favorite chair, I watch tumbling surf announce a windy day ahead. White foam cascades head over heels, sending spray to vanish in thin air. The American flag waves just below me in the dunes...










