Literature

Living Madly: The Shortest Day By Emilie-Noelle Provost You hear a lot about seasonal affective disorder this time of year. Many people find the lack of sunlight depressing, but I don’t mind December’s dark days. I love how quiet our neighborhood is after the sun sets. No one is outside…

Boarding School Blues: Chapter 49 By Louise Peloquin Ch. 49: “C’est si bon” After hugging her mother, dropping her Samsonite into the trunk and sliding into the Plymouth, Blanche sighed “si contente d’aller chez nous (so happy to go home).” Maman smiled. “Les petits (the little ones) are anxious to…

Nativity By Malcolm Sharps She didn’t audition for the part specifically; she didn’t need to. The instant Keith saw Katie at the casting rehearsal he knew that she, and only she, could play the vital, crucial, essential role of Mary in his Nativity. She was a natural Mary, the ideal…

Boarding School Blues: Chapter 48 By Louise Peloquin Ch. 48 “Venez, venez, venez!” The two days after the honor roll unveiling seemed endless. Singing Christmas carols became the sole focus in class. Blanche and her friends no longer bothered to twist the lyrics. Every rubber-boot step on the crunchy snow…

The Guitar By Gregory F. DeLaurier Prologue The Takamine Guitar company was founded in Japan in 1959.  While it manufactures a range of guitars, it is best known for its acoustic models, many with a built-in pick-up preamplifier, so you can just plug it in an amp. The price range…

The Succotash* Statement By David Daniel The Washateria’s door is propped open to the mild November dark and I’m sitting in a plastic chair, reading Dostoevsky’s “Notes from Underground.” After midnight on a Wednesday, I’ve found, is a good time to do laundry. The place is two blocks from campus…

Review of Atlantic Currents II: Connecting Cork and Lowell Reviewed by Richard Howe My affection for Ireland is grounded in history, culture, and genetics, however, I’ve not yet visited the country. When I finally do, I’ll be sure to visit a pub. My impression from afar is of the pub…

Living Madly: Three Good Things By Emilie-Noelle Provost Thanksgiving is a week away, which to me seems a little crazy. It feels like it should still be early September, like I lost a couple of months someplace. It’s almost like the feeling you get when you fall asleep in the…

Boarding School Blues: Chapter 47 By Louise Peloquin Ch. 47 “Smile upon our joys” The freshmen had to sit through two hours of classes before inspecting the honor roll boards during Sister Roger’s phys ed. Latin declension drills followed by War of 1812 highlights bored Blanche. It was too early…

Forgot Your Password?  By Jack McDonough Some questions can be very annoying. “Are you really going to wear that shirt? Are we going to have those same meatballs again tonight? Do you mind not drumming on the table like that?” But there’s nothing more annoying, infuriating, outrageously maddening than the…