(photo credit: Christina) (dedicated to Dick and Christina) by Paul Raworth Bennett Still in his dressing gown, Dick was hauling the blue box to the curb when his wife's voice burst from the kitchen window, shattering the morning calm. “Dick! Get in here, now!” Dropping the container in the driveway, he rushed back into the … Continue reading Yeasty Beast
🙂 To hear this story, use the player below. 🙂 Winter of the Mind The Experience of Severe Depression and Imminent Suicide one woman’s perspective, as told to Paul Raworth Bennett Although everyone with depression experiences it uniquely, a universally accurate metaphor would be “emotional winter”. Throughout this chilly time run two common themes: profound … Continue reading Winter of the Mind
~~ for Lynn S ~~ While staring holes into the sea-foam patterns slipping away in the ferry's wake, my father's arm gently draped across my small, skinny shoulders, I felt for the first time a melancholy, a sadness, a yearning that I'll never forget. I was eight during that sunny August of 1972, and my … Continue reading My First Kiss
by Paul Raworth Bennett BREAKING WEATHER ALERT: For several days now, from mysterious origins thousands of feet above, it's been literally raining cats and dogs upon the leafy streets and stately old mansions of Beech Bottom, West Virginia. On every block, thousands of drenched, collarless and confused kitties and pooches - of all breeds, shapes, … Continue reading Appalachia hit by “Animal Rainstorms”
by Paul Raworth Bennett Today, I almost did a terrible thing. My dog Bingo and I were taking our usual morning stroll, walking briskly west along an eastbound one-way lane. As we passed in front of a daycare centre and playground, a row of angled parking spots was on our left. Suddenly an enormous, late-model … Continue reading Revenge, Foiled.
by Paul Raworth Bennett Thinking briefly that he was dreaming - that he wasn't really in that packed theatre after all - Remy leaned forward in his seat, grasped the sides of his walker, and wobbled to his feet. Softly taking her husband's forearm, Anaïs began to rise as well. "I'm okay. Really, I'll be … Continue reading The Award Ceremony