Carol A. CraigA Little Girl’s TerrorA violent, deafening roar shatters the calm. Time stands still. Frozen in place, a child lets out a bloodcurdling scream. A brutal boom…Oct 1Oct 1
Carol A. CraigSummer UpdateHi there! You’ve likely been wondering where I’ve been or if I am still writing. Yes, I’m still here. Autumn is on summer’s heels, at least…Aug 16Aug 16
Carol A. CraigInchworms in SneakersThe inchworm in front of me reaches forward and with a firm grip, loops its tiny mass to heave up its rear, and reaches forward again in…May 25May 25
Carol A. CraigThe Minivan (Black and) Blues“I’d like an exact replacement down to the color,” I crisply inform a salesman at our favorite car dealership. My beautiful red Chrysler…Feb 16Feb 16
Carol A. CraigLetting GoLife is a delicate balance between holding on and letting go, finding balance in the ever-changing rhythms of existence. -Aloo DenishJan 12Jan 12
Carol A. CraigChristmas KitchenThe pilot light’s whiff of natural gas readies twin caverns in the behemoth 1940s Chambers Range. High octane coffee in avocado green…Dec 15, 2023Dec 15, 2023
Carol A. CraigOne Small BirdPlease — let me know, somehow, that you’re OK up there?” I ask my mother earnestly on what seems her death bed. Holding her arthritic…Nov 23, 2023Nov 23, 2023
Carol A. CraigFrom Where I SitFrom where I sit, a sea of amber, red, and gold reminds me that change can indeed be beautiful. Autumn is upon us in full swing; Mother…Nov 10, 2023Nov 10, 2023
Carol A. CraigNature’s Cloak“Go play outside,” my mother (not-so-gently) directs my brother and me. Once outside, we scamper across the yard, slipping into the…Oct 27, 2023Oct 27, 2023
