Other Nations Notebook: I should do…what? by Richard Sutton

Our business in Gallup was concluded.  It had been a great working trip this time. Lots of new contacts and lots of amazing new work. We had shed most of our feeling of being strangers, finally. “You wanna go to a Yeii’bi’Chai, tonight?” Maureen wore a blinding grin....

Gargoyles, Saints, and Harold Searles by Annita Sawyer

April 1964 The day room air hung heavy, dense with the body odor that comes from waiting for bad news. As all twenty of us settled in, the atmosphere was hushed. Even Ellen, who ordinarily spoke loudly to anyone who would listen and usually ended up talking to...

Strange Things I Have Encountered by Marin Sardy

The pattern I saw as a small child when I closed my eyes: concentric ovals in purple, red, and electric blue, with the oval rings vibrating around a few dots in the center, which vibrated too. The sound of my mother sitting on a sofa in our quiet house late in the...